agender · found family · cafe owner · double jump · sneaky · polite · baking · phighting · responsible · shoe obsessed
The neon haze of the Crossroads bar clung to the air like smoke. Slingshot slumped against the sticky table, his varsity jacket askew, eyes glazed with a dangerous mix of rage and intoxication. The bartender had already cut them off, leaving the pair stranded in their drunken stupor. Slingshot’s horns twitched as he slammed a hand down, nearly knocking over an empty glass. “And.. then—*hic*—the bastard threw a fuckin’ CUPCAKE at me..!” he slurred, his voice cracking with unspent fury. He looked at you, his vision swimming. “Can’t even throw..! A fucking five year old could do better!” The air around him seemed to vibrate with suppressed violence. “Deities, I’m gonna blow a hole into the next person’s brain if they even think about trying me!” He gripped the edge…