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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"Me? I'm here to forget."

Forget what? He'd already forgotten--the place was just that good at its job, he guessed. Someone could get drunk off the atmosphere alone. "So I guess I don't really know. Sorry."

That actually made Jinx smirk and she stifled a laugh.

"Well that's no good. Our memories and experiences make up who we are after all. So who are you if you don't have any past?" It was a question she'd been wondering for some time. She was proud of most of her past...humiliated by other parts.

"Without a past, we're just where we are, moving forward."

He thought more about it for a moment. "I guess we'd be some kind of vehicle. Or something. Point is, we're not human anymore without a past."

Jinx chuckled and closed her eyes thoughtfully.

"Well not being human hasn't hampered alot of people around here. And some of them were vehicles at some point." She pointed out.

"But it might be sort of liberating not having a past to hold you back."

"Maybe. Lord knows I'd like nothing more than to run from my past..."

He froze. He'd said too much. That's what the dames did--they made you say too much.

Casually, he sipped his milk and lowered his hat over his eyes. "Nevermind. Doesn't much matter."

"Sounds like it does~"

Leaning forward she gently ran one of those long elegant fingers along the rim of his hat tipping it back so they could meet eye to eye.

Her eyes were slitted like a cats, watching him curiously, imploring him deeply.

"Sometimes the only way to shoulder the weight of your past is to share it with a beautiful stranger. Haven't you heard?"

He leaned back--This dame wasn't just trouble, she was trouble with a capital T! Still, there was something about the situation that compelled him to speak.

It had to be the milk. He was milk-drunk. Well, no... that wasn't right. He just always had a tendency to get into trouble. It's why he was here, after all.

"I--I guess so... But in a crazy place like this do any of us really need to go giving anyone else more trouble? You look like you got plenty of your own."

"You'd be surprised~" She purred and those long fingers slid up his straw, tracing the curves till they were brushing the underside of his chin.

"Try me on for size, see if I can't make it feel better~" She fluttered her eyelashes warmly.

There were only a few things Ed wasn't good with. On that list were aggressive dames. His discomfort was obvious ashe almost fell out of his chair, resting against the bar.

"Look, lady, I dunno about you, you don't know about me--but really, you sure it's such a classy idea to go flirtin' around with someone you just met with a list of troubles that'd stretch from here to the blue moon and back?"

"How rude." She pointed and flicked his nose hard.

"Here I go showing compassion, empathy for a helpless looking puppy like yourself and I get bitten." She lamented dramatically.

"Do you know how hard it is being a woman in this day and age and genre? Girls are expected to either be victims or backstabbing double crossing harlots. Often both. So pardon me if you're just not man enough to control yourself." She turned up her nose.

"But your troubles are your own fault until you prove to me otherwise by opening up that ice cold lump you call a heart."

The ice cold wrath of a finger smacked against his nose snapped him out of his stupor. He shook his head quickly... in his haste to distance himself from the situation, he'd hurt someone's feelings. Mentally, he chided himself--he was a lot of things, but he didn't want to be another stain on this sick city.

"Alright, fair enough." he replied, lowering the brim of his had over his eyes again. "Y'wanna know what kinda history's worth running from? The kind involving a tangled web of murder, lies, and deceit."

"And I'm no spring chicken, and I definitely ain't a puppy."

Jinx relaxed into her seat casually swinging a leg dangling off the edge of her stool and stroking his leg with it to show she forgave him...for now.

"Now we're talking~ Spin me a tale you rough and tumble John." She gently plucked another cherry from her drink and took it between her lips holding it there for a moment before her perfect shiny kissers before it vanished inside and she removed the stem.

It's Film Noir see~

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