splotch: you have moonshrine

splotch: o i like moonshrine too if there is no moonshrine then i do drink smirnoff but lets not talk about that-

splotch: thanks cheers

splotch*drinks* oh i forgot how strong this was but thats the stuff

splotcj:np

splotch:well i wanted to get away from mah kids :/ they r at the friends house so its a free day for me

splotch:wut about you?

splotch: o thats nice well u might see me here from time to time here *gives a 25 tip* :3

splotch: no problem anyways i better get home bai!

* he rubbed his head, his horns were broken*

* he shook his head* n-no its fine.

* he sipped it, huffing*

* he stared at a ring, covered in blood*

* he nodded* yep

* he sighed* its fine.

* he huffed* fine

* he sat there, huffing*

* he sighed* i don't smile... as much as i used to.

* he sighed, before forcing a smile*

* he froze, before chuckling* alright, alright. You got me.

Streak: “I’m already damn dead, I don’t give a shit if that happens”

Streak: “Well damn”

Streak: *He takes a sip of it* “...”

Streak: “no”

Streak: “tastes nice aswell” *he drinks more*

Streak: “Why, this illegal or smth?”

Streak: “I dunno what that is but, why? It tastes damn nice”

Streak: “... Assassination would work-“

Streak: “I’d just go alone if I were to”

Streak: “I assume you get a good business”

Streak: “I’m not surprised”

Streak: “Fair enough”

Streak : “How much money you got then?”

Streak: “that’s a million more than I’ve ever owned”

Streak: “Nah, I’m fine I swear”

Streak: “I’d rather be on the streets anyway, it’s more home like”

Streak: “I died on the street so I’ll stay on them, I enjoy it”

Streak: “Running from the police doesn’t interest you?”

Streak: “You’re no fun”

Streak: “What are they like?”

Streak: “Unsurprising, honestly”

Streak: “I’ve been pestering you with questions- damn- wanna ask me anything?”

Streak: “For me it was quick, a bullet to the heart.”

Streak: “dunno their name”

Streak: “Eh”

oH

Blans: suprise me.

Blans: *takes* thank

Blans: where did you get this?

Blans: ;( well that isnt cool

Blans: k

Twist: Surprise me. Something strong.

Twist: *she took the bottle and sipped it, shivering a little* Dunno why the hell mum liked the stuff.... *she shrugged*

Twist: She drank a lot anyway... *she sipped it again, shivering once more*

Twist: Dunno what the hell happened to my mum. I died before I could watch her die.

Twist: Demon... I slit my stomach, then got shot also in the stomach, and I couldn’t move or anything so I slit my throat with some broken glass.

Twist: S’good... *she sipped it again, looking at the bottle and mumbling* Glass...

Twist: Mhm. But it’s damn everywhere... broken on the street... windows.... bottles.... *she shivers, however she hadn’t sipped the bottle this time* Broken is worse.

Twist: It ain’t your fault. No need to apologise... *she leaned forward, and put her head in her hands*

Twist: Mhmmm.... *it sounded sort of like a yes, but it was hard to tell because her voice was muffled*

Twist: *she sighed, still covering her face* I sure hope so....

Twist: *she groaned slightly when she said the word friend*

Twist: *her hand jerked and she clawed her blind eye, tearing open her scar*

Twist: Agh.... *she closed her eye, sitting upright*

Twist: N-nah its f-fine.... *she covered her eye with her hand instead*

Twist: ... *she looked at the bottle of whiskey. It was covered in blood* What the- *she looked at her other hand. Her palm was slit open* .... o-oh...

Twist: ... w-why are y-you being s-so nice?

Twist: *she smirked* T-that’s a f-first.... *she made a noise that sounded like a whimper, before she slammed her head against the table*

Twist: Hng...*she shivered, whimpering* I-I’m not trying!

Twist: ... mhm.... *she eventually stopped shaking, but was still whimpering*

Twist: *she calmed down after a while* T-thanks.... *her voice was extremely high pitched and shaky*

ummmm you choose for me pls UwU

Bluestar:Chocolate milk pls :333

yey

Twitter: I hate tea *he seemed annoyed*

Twitter: second choice will do

Twitter: *he sighed crossing his arms* how's life

Twitter: I have the same problem *he took a swig,looking away*

Twitter: I guess so *he smiled shrugging*

Twitter: selling guns

Twitter: I suppose so *he gave her some money* another please?

Twitter: so have any jobs other than this? *he took it*

Twitter: I'm sorry to hear that

Twitter: I guess he deserved it the huh *he sat back,rubbing his temples*

Twitter: well i got no attention until dad thought I was ready to take on the family business. A few days later he was murdered by one of his enemies. And now I have to deal with the enemies he made

Twitter: believe me it is *he finished another bottle* now I have to look for more bodyguards

Twitter: how good are you *he gave her a gun* if you can make a good shot I'll hire you

Twitter: *he got up backing away and held the bottle out to the side* shoot the bottle

Twitter: you have yourself a job *he walked back over and held out his hand* I'm Mr. Flameheart

Twitter: nice to meet you

Twitter: *he nodded,giving her a piece of paper* meet me at my house tomorrow,the address should be on here

Twitter: no problem *he turned around walking away*