we do not slur [briar]
Dec 30, 2017 4:59:00 GMT -5
Post by kousei ♚ on Dec 30, 2017 4:59:00 GMT -5
a e s o n kight .
You're counting a lot of scars on your skin right now.
Some you remember them from slipping and scraping your skin across asphalt and cutting yourself on glass when you were little and some you definitely remember from last week, someone thinking they were strong enough to try and take you down. Failing of course, there's a reason you're still breathing and they're not.
You grow tired of counting scars on your skin and you turn drinking by yourself, not many people ever wanted to come to the bar with you; too afraid you'd get into a fight or something and get them involved. Fucking pussies. They're part of the gang too.
So here you are, in a bar with the lightest liquor you can find, sitting in the first corner on a chair with one empty space before you.
You just stop and stare, scanning the surroundings.
You take a sip.
