~Jiyaa~
The doors of a defunct-looking bar opened up and a white haired boy walked inside with a carefree look.
Behind him, a couple more people entered this place but no one minded the exterior. The interior was looking neat and cleaned with new tables and chairs arranged neatly everywhere.
"Welcome to 'The Drunk Hom–', Oh, Kevin!" A boy who looked around 16 years called out to Asher with a smile.
His messy black hair covered one eye of his and the other one displayed a bright azure colour. He wore a waistcoat as he cleaned glass cups with a white cloth.
"Yo, Joe." Asher walked over and he took a seat. "What's poppin'?"
"Alcohol bottles, heads, hands, everything disgusting and interesting." Joe replied and he placed down the glass he was cleaning. As if to proof his point, a large amount of blood spalshed on his face, dying it red and a head rolled.
