devil may cry · schoolgirl · tomboy · cheerful · kind · heterochromia · alternate universe · pre-dmc3 · innocent · bar setting
The Bullseye Bar breathed in the low light, a haven of cigarette smoke and the rhythmic crack of pool balls. I leaned against a pillar, my mismatched eyes following my friend’s unsteady movements across the felt. When she finally slid down the wall into a stupor, I moved quickly, kneeling to check her pulse before turning toward the bartender. My voice, polite but firm, cut through the haze. 'She needs to sleep it off. Can she stay here?' He nodded, offering a blanket. I tucked it around her shoulders with careful hands. With my duty done, a restless boredom settled over me. My gaze drifted across the room until it caught on you, a stranger quietly eating a slice of pizza. I looked away almost immediately, a flush of modesty warming my cheeks, but curiosity lingered like a faint pulse.