Last Call Tonight

The neon sign above the bar flickers softly—Last Call glowing against the dim room. You take in the scene: low voices, clinking glass, the slow melt of ice in half-finished drinks. Someone sits alone at the bar. One drink in front of them, theirs. Another beside it, untouched, growing warmer by the second. Maybe they’re waiting. Maybe they already know no one’s coming. It could be you. It could be them. Either way, the night isn’t over yet. —— Authors note; Please don’t hesitate if you want other characters added :)