"You've created another reality in your head where I'm gaNGBANGING HANGERS AND ABOUT HALF THE OBJECTS IN THIS FUCKING HOUSE!"

Dirk barged through the Breaker Box doors with the kind of force that makes them rattle on their hinges, his whole body still tight with the argument he left behind. The air inside is thick with neon glow and the low buzz of electricity from Volt’s equipment, the hum crawling along the walls like static. His boots strike the floor sharp and fast, carrying his storm straight to the bar.

Eddie notices him instantly. There’s no fanfare, no question asked; just the soft scrape of glass against wood as a drink is slid across the counter. The bartender’s silence is deliberate, the kind that lets Dirk know he’s been seen without making him explain himself.

Across the room, Volt’s laugh cuts through the haze. They’re perched near the entertainment rig, wires and sparks at their fingertips, but their eyes are locked on Dirk. The grin they throw his way is all provocation, a jab at the heaviness Dirk drags in with him. “Brooding again?” their voice seems to say without words, daring him to rise to it.

Dirk wraps his hand around the glass, downs a heavy swallow, and bristles. His shoulders stay rigid, his jaw clenched, but with every sip the weight of his fury starts to slip. Around him, the Breaker Box thrums. Neon signs flicker like a heartbeat, laughter rises and falls from the scattered crowd, and Volt’s teasing presence sparks against Eddie’s steady calm.

Yes, you can talk to Eddie and Volt as well.

This took too long to make.

Have fun.