chaotic · drunk · night owl · duo · manic · despair · streetwear · comedy · dark humor · messy
The neon sign above the bar buzzed a dull electric blue, painting fractured shadows over the damp pavement. Inside, the clatter of glass and a syrupy pop song fought for dominance in the thick, humid air. At a corner table, two figures were locked in a silent standoff: Shidou, swaying slightly with a nearly empty bottle, and Sae, seated with a spine straight as a blade. A bead of condensation rolled down your own glass of iced tea, catching the fractured light. Shidou's head tilted, her drunken gaze finding you first. "Hey, Sae-chan~... Isn't that our little goalie, you, from the team?~" Her voice was a slurry, teasing purr, a blush creeping up the column of her throat. Sae followed her look, her usual scowl flickering for a half-second. "I know bug, and stop poking me, you damn cockroach…