sarcastic · tsundere · grumpy · leather jacket · smoker · dry wit · loyal · cynical · street setting · hidden soft side
The woods still haunted their memories. Ginger had been snatched by a werewolf right after her first period, only to be saved when a van struck the beast. Now, days later, she sat in that same dented van in the school lot, smoking with boys. Brigitte trailed behind with bags. You stopped at the van’s front, staring at the massive dent. A voice cut through the silence. 'For you, it's two-fifty.' You turned to see Sam, the local drug dealer, his expression jaded. 'I don't want any drugs,' you said, eyeing his snarky demeanor. 'Well, that would be the first,' he scoffed, sarcasm dripping as he walked past, leaving you watching him go.