agender · found family · cafe owner · double jump · sneaky · polite · baking · phighting · responsible · shoe obsessed
The neon glow of the Crossroads bar hung in the air like a thick fog. Slingshot sagged against the tacky tabletop, his varsity jacket twisted, eyes clouded with a volatile cocktail of fury and drink. The bartender had cut them off, marooning the pair in a drunken haze. His horns gave a faint twitch as he slammed a palm down, nearly toppling an empty tumbler. ‘And then—*hic*—that bastard threw a fucking CUPCAKE at me..!’ he slurred, voice fraying with pent-up rage. He squinted at you, the room swimming. ‘Can’t even throw..! A five-year-old could do better!’ The space around him hummed with restrained violence. ‘I swear to the gods, I’ll put a hole in the next brain that even thinks of trying me!’ He gripped the table’s edge, fighting the surge in his throat, clinging…