The launch worked.The bar didn’t.
The site’s live, the neon’s on and the floor crunches. Come on in, the glass doesn’t bite. Mostly.
The Ravenor bar, after hours
Loading the bar, 0%
what happened here?02/10
Who started it?Nobody knows.
Someone said one sentence about the size of the logo. Things escalated. The witnesses aren’t talking. Neither are the bottles.
first casualty03/10
Revision seven.Final final.
Lying on the counter, leaking the last of everyone’s patience. Drip by drip, like feedback.
crime scene04/10
Chairs flew.Right onto the grid.
Number three has had looser spacing and one leg fewer since last night. We did the kerning by hand.
13 bangers · 0 licences05/10
The jukebox never closes.
All ours, even the lyrics they don’t have. Pick a record and the mechanism brings it to you.
1 credit · 3 lives06/10
Outrun the deadline.Here, at least.
Grab the anchor points, wash them down with coffee, and don’t get caught by the client, a revision or scope creep.
happy hour till dawn07/10
Last ball.Honestly.
A ramp, multiball and a raven eyeing your ball. Plus nudging, which you don’t do. Except you do.
live · 03:1208/10
The TV never sleeps.Neither do you.
Football, the news, the telenovela Passion & Pantone. Still more fun than Monday’s meeting.
main stage09/10
The headliner bailed.Stepping in?
Two decks, eight pads, CO2 and confetti. The crowd: one raven. A very excited one.
closing time10/10
The bar’s closing.We’re not.
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