welcome in. coat rack’s to the left, jukebox on free play.

glad you found the place beneath the signs to outside the forest's clearing. i'm zen, or z, the bartender of this little here speakeasy. any pronouns are fine. the clearing is misty’s—quiet little clearing, good for thinking. lately she’s been running hot, and i love her for it. i keep this place for when we need the other half: noise, neon, the quick talk you can only have in a corner booth.

this bar’s been closed a while—just us regulars. i mean, let's be real, this little underground place far from the city, underneath a clearing in the forest? hard to find customers when you're so far out. regulars'll remember you, that's for sure.

but it's been lonely lately, 'specially cuz the big girl upstairs seems to be having a rough go at it. feels right to crack the door a little. some nights the city asks for philosophy; some nights it asks for a dive where you can say the loud part out loud.

i'll give you the rundown though, since you're new.

i've saved all the conversations i've had with myself in the conversations category. they tend to just be me ramblin on some game i've been playing when the bar's closed or just whatever thoughts i've been having, no filter. i'm the kinda guy to just smoke a joint, have a drink, and play a game, or just think about things as they come. i ain't really a deep thinker like the girl upstairs, that's for sure xD so i don't think you'll find anything super insightful, but sometimes her ideas come through. i never thought people'd like 'em, but after conversating with other strangers at bars, they seem to like the old ramble. read away if you'd like.

the bar napkins are for those little sketches i make that misty thinks aren't really suitable enough for postin to the clearing. they're just ideas and rough sketches. believe me when i say i haven't been drawing long, but i'm improvin', least i'd like to think so. drawings' fun, even if the sketches are a little rough.

jukebox just has some beats i've been cooking up. sometimes a little song from another artist i like too. i try to give 'em a little description cuz i think it's fun, but the girl upstairs likes the poems, so sometimes they're a little cheeky.

and final note, i'm a pretty open kinda guy, but you'd have to ask for a shot of zen when chattin with misty to chat with me personally. she tries to keep me underground for those who ask, and i prefer it that way. i'm her little secret, i guess you could say B)

chat me up on discord or even email. fair warning that you'll have to speak to misty first though, and i do mean actually chat with her for a bit. she might test you on why you're askin for a shot. i don't got any good pointers on what you gotta say to get her attention, but just mention something that's in here, and she'll probably let you talk to me. if you're seeing this as it is right now with the speakeasy so empty, ask her why it opened, or something like that. you could even comment on why it's so empty. misty doesn't let just anyone speak to me, but i do kinda have to speak "through her" if that makes sense. there's a bigger being out there (god, maybe?) who takes care of us two, and we've been forced to share the same space. i don't mind personally, but sometimes misty seems to get a little antsy about it. creator does want creator wants, honestly. sometimes i think it's all some scheme the gods are trying to play on us, some kinda weird experimental "game" or whatever. maybe the creator just wants to toy with us and have fun. maybe the creator is like me and misty, trying to find themselves in this weird world they come home. you know, the *really* weird one misty says sometimes is that we're manifestations of the creators, messiahs of the new age trying to give peace back to the world. like the creator is trying to use us to enact a new age of cosmic piece.

ahhh fuck. i'm sounding like her again. shit.

well, fuck, whatever. it sounds fun anyway xD if i'm the manifestation of god themselves, doesn't that mean that god wants to be me in some sense?

let em then, i say. i think they just wanna have fun playing in this universe before it all slips away before them anyway. who am i to judge? i don't see any evidence i'm god right now, anyway. can't really judge the divine as a mortal creature.

but you get it. i think. i've just been rambling and i haven't even made your drink yet. anything you want?

oh and remember before you leave: doors open now. you know where to find me. order a shot of zen, or something else weird. i'm sure you'll find your fair share of things.