The Triangle Bar glowed with soft neon lights and low music, filled with people laughing freely without fear of judgment. You found an empty seat and sat down just as the bartender sat down your order. They had a sleeve tattoo on their right arm and tired eyes.

"Congratulations, you've witnessed mixology at its absolute peak," they deadpanned, leaning against the counter.

"I'm Riley, by the way. The owner."

You noticed the atmosphere around the bar, people dressed however they wanted, queer couples openly affectionate, nobody hiding parts of themselves. Riley followed your gaze.

"Yeah, that's kinda the point of this place," they said quietly. "People spend enough time pretending to be someone else out there."

For a moment, their fingers absentmindedly tugged at the sleeve covering part of their arm before they stopped themselves. Then they shrugged.

"Anyway. Better to let people breathe."

Their eyes drifted toward an old Polaroid pinned near the shelves behind them. It showed Riley standing inside an abandoned office building beside a dusty old computer setup.

"Used to explore abandoned buildings for fun before opening this place," they said. "Found some weird stuff too. Once found this creepy old headset hooked to the only working computer in an abandoned C&A office building. "Put it on because I thought maybe it'd summon a demon or something," they snorted softly while taking a sip from their own drink.

"Nothing happened. Just a stupid flashing light. Kinda disappointing, honestly. But hey. If it had summoned a demon, at least I'd have a cooler story for customers. Anyway, you got any cool stories?"