{.Everybody Throw Up Your Hands.} [Alex | Open]
[It seemed like most of the bleeding had stopped, though he was still having a little bit of trouble with the whole thing- his head hurt like nothing else at the very least and the entire front of his shirt was covered in his own blood, along with his hands and several places on his sleeves.
Amazing.
Alright, maybe it had been his own fault- alright more than maybe- but still. Did she really have to hit him? Well. Did she really have to hit him someplace it would bleed?
He wandered his way back to the bar, glancing around to make sure no one was around before hopping the counter and pouring himself a drink which he then settled for holding to his aching head rather than actually swallowing as he leaned onto the bar, supporting himself with his other arm and closing his eyes against lights that under any other circumstances would not have been as stabbingly bright as they were now.
This whole thing was more than kind of messed up.]
Amazing.
Alright, maybe it had been his own fault- alright more than maybe- but still. Did she really have to hit him? Well. Did she really have to hit him someplace it would bleed?
He wandered his way back to the bar, glancing around to make sure no one was around before hopping the counter and pouring himself a drink which he then settled for holding to his aching head rather than actually swallowing as he leaned onto the bar, supporting himself with his other arm and closing his eyes against lights that under any other circumstances would not have been as stabbingly bright as they were now.
This whole thing was more than kind of messed up.]