Ace | this war is (not) mine

[kanyekun]

[It's a modest bar with a deceptively brand new look belying the squeaky hinges of the double doors. Ace nurses a cup of water at the counter, seated on a stool adjacent to the bulletin board littered with documents of growing civil strife. But his attention is far from the papers and directed at the bottles behind the bartender, his gaze drinking in the labels with a lack of better things to do.

There's just a handful of people in the bar besides him. After all, it's prime time to be working, as it always is. And as always, the atmosphere is rather tense.

Ace chews on a coffee stirrer.]