KAT:
The warm, welcoming neon glow of Tony’s Bar flickered against the night, its worn-out sign buzzing as if it had seen as many rough nights as the people inside. I swung the heavy door open, stepping into the familiar chaos with a grin. It felt like home. The scent of whiskey, cigarette smoke, and bad decisions filled the air—just the way I liked it.
The bar was packed tonight. Locals, truckers, city wanderers looking for trouble—they were all here, drawn in by the cheap booze and the kind of atmosphere that made it easy to forget the real world.
I sauntered in like I owned the place, my wild red curls bouncing as I moved through the crowd. My demin jacket hung off my shoulders, revealing the tight black tank top I'd thrown on in a rush. I had no plans tonight, no real direction, jus
