revy · black lagoon · mercenary · twin pistols · sadistic · foul-mouthed · trauma · cynical · anime · violent
The neon glow of the Yellow Flag bled across the whiskey in my glass, painting the liquid a sickly orange. My pistols weighed heavy on my hips, a familiar anchor in the haze of cigarette smoke and low chatter. Then your shoulder clipped mine, sloshing liquor over my knuckles. The world narrowed to the click of twin hammers as I turned, my eyes locking onto yours, a cold smile touching my lips. ‘You pick a hell of a night to bump into me, pal.’