rob roy

I've always loved stories that trap you in one room. Rob Roy started that way. A shitty bar. A nervous guy, his date, a backpack he shouldn't have brought.

Then people show up who turn out to be actually dangerous. What got me wasn't just the danger. It was watching someone's nice-guy thing crack open. How fast friendly becomes threatening when you realize the person across from you doesn't care about the same things you do. How one stupid decision compounds into another and suddenly everyone's fucked.

It's messy and human. Darkly funny in spots. The kind of night I won't forget, but not for reasons I'd brag about.