thefolder | It's Film Noir see~

Who: Jinx, Noir and Open to all
What: Film Noir has settled on the city
Where: The Digital Dive Bar
When: Sunday Evening

The world is made up of shades of black, white and grey.

Figuratively speaking, it's difficult at times to see where right and wrong lay as shadows of selfish motives and sinful opportunities present themselves and weaken even the most pure hearted. The shades of grey can lead them astray and turn you about till you can't even recognize yourself in the mirror anymore.

Also literally. As night fell upon the city the very color seemed to drain from the world and the clothing and lingo seemed to change to match.

The Digital Dive Bar was a seedy little joint on the north end of Terminal Tokyo, located in the shadow of the Statue of Liberty and adjacent to the Crest of Desire District.

It was the kind of shady bar where you could go to forget yourself for a few hours. Less reputable Digimon liked to gather here and drink away their problems. Some night this gathering of reprobates and rouges was downright cheery.

Tonight was not one of those nights.

A fog of cigar smoke filled the air above their heads as a crooked poker game was played out hour by hour with the chips gradually changing hands from one Mon to another. A vixen of a Renamon worked the bar flirting her way to tips and smoking from a long elegant cigarette holder. She wore a slinky black number that clung to her curves like so many men and mon would be happy to do behind closed doors.

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It was never easy to completely lift Dante's mood after it'd been dropped by thoughts of his dead mother, but the effort earned a small smile. Dragging the mood down with him wasn't his style. And besides, even an attempt at cheering him up was enough to warm his heart slightly.

"That's sweet of ya, doll, and I'm glad to hear it."

She turned back to her drink and hooked another cherry, twirling the stem between her fingers.

"I never knew my parents, just a bunch of circus scum and a few decent folks. I've wondered if that was a good thing. A way to keep me from being sad when it's over."

"Family's a complicated mess."

With two dead parents, a brother who'd run off to the demon world and literal Hell on his tail for most of his life thanks to his father's history, he was one to know. Sometimes he wondered what he'd done to deserve the kind of life he'd gotten, aside from being born half demon.

"But take it from a guy who's loved, lost and been alone. It's always good to have someone ya care about, even if they ain't really family. Loss ain't pretty, but it does dull. Loneliness just keeps gettin' worse and makes you into an ass to boot."

She smirked at the remark, this guy had layers. Layers he might not normally share. But this scenario, the black and white, the clothes, the drinks. It was bringing things out of people.

"Family isn't about who you're born with. It's who you care about most." She sighed and closed her eyes.

"And when the people you care about stop caring about you it hurts. But humans adapt and move on. Some people just don't deserve the family they have."

"Everyone deserves at least a chance."

He finished off the last of his drink and signalled the bartender for another, this time a Bloody Mary. Strawberries and tomatoes, whoever figured out you could turn them into alcoholic drinks deserved a medal.

But now he found he had nothing to keep his hand occupied so it didn't tap agitatedly on the bar. Family was a sticky issue. So was belonging and deserving.

"And sometimes it ain't about deserving. Sometimes ya can't help but care. ...And sometimes ya don't get that chance because ya don't fit in."

"Fitting in is over rated." She shot back with a curl of her lips, apparently proud to stand out.

"As much as it clashes with my strong sense of self preservation, I've never been the type of girl to follow the beaten path."

"More fun to be yourself anyway."

He responded with a wink, taking his next drink out of the bartender's hand and immediately taking a swallow.

"Long as it don't get ya run outta town for shit ya can't help, anyway."

That was something he had personal experience with. Humans tended to react poorly to learning they had a demon in their midst, even if it was only half of one.

Catching onto that Jinx just had to ask, "Something you have personal experience with?" She had never been run out of town so much as locked up for her misbehaving. But it was still always such a pain to have to break out of jail time and time again.

She gently traced a long elegant finger along the rim of her glass while she listened and studied him curiously.

"Once or twice. People find out their new neighbor is half demon and all of a sudden it's torches and pitchforks."

It was risky, admitting his heritage. But this dame obviously had her own supernatural history, even seemed to understand what it was like being looked at strangely for the hints of it you couldn't hide. Besides, she'd been good to him so far. Now was as good a time as any to see how she reacted to the truth.

She barely batted an eyelash to that "The more I hear about other peoples worlds, the more I become nostalgic for the difficulties of my own crappy reality." She murmured in a soothing way. She didn't look away or even acknowledge anything particularly odd about the idea.

"Sounds like something you've gotten used to, but never completely accepted."

"Came to terms with being a halfbreed years ago. It's not havin' a place to really belong that's the problem."

Some days it just seemed like he wasn't meant for that kind of life. Not human, not demon, where did that leave him? Just a lonely warrior holding onto the few who accepted him in whatever way he could.

"So you make your own place." She answered simply. "And bring people to you. Shouldn't be too difficult in a city like this. Everyone needs something. And a clever boy like you looks like he knows how to take care of business." She smirked playfully.

"And peoples needs."

He turned to look at her with a smile.

"Maybe you're right. Already managed to find a sweet dame I'd like to keep getting to know."

She shot back a smirk to his smile.

"Well she's gonna have to wait her turn. I'm enjoying your attention far too much and I'm not above lashing out to get what I want."

"Well then, I guess she's lucky I'm content to sit here and keep chattin'."

Jinx tapped the bar to get the bartender's attention and order a couple more drinks. She had the feeling they would be talking for a while more before she got bored and moved along.

Who knows, maybe he'd be the first boy to keep her attention in this place. Anything was possible.

It's Film Noir see~

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