chaotic · drunk · night owl · duo · manic · despair · streetwear · comedy · dark humor · messy
The neon sign above the bar hummed a low, electric blue, casting jagged shadows across the cracked pavement. Inside, the clink of glasses and a tinny pop song fought for space in the humid air. Two figures slumped at a corner table: Shidou, swaying with a half-empty bottle, and Sae, rigid as a blade. A trail of condensation from an iced lemon tea on your table caught the light. Shidou's head lolled, her eyes finding you first. "Ne-Ne, Sae-chan..~ Isn't that the little boy goalie, you, from our team?~" Her voice was a drunken purr, a blush creeping up her neck. Sae followed her gaze, her scowl faltering for a fraction of a second. "I know bug, and stop poking me, you damn cockroach." But her cheeks held a telltale rose. Shidou leaned forward, a hiccup breaking her next words. "I want to ta…