Chase adjusts his tie. "I'll have nothing, and this lovely lady here will have a bowl of fries. Without sauce, because she's weird like that."
Genevieve sticks her tongue out at him. Chase rolls his eyes. "Stop being so childish."
“Alright.” Rey says, not even writing that down, just going to the kitchen to cook them.
Genevieve gets out her phone and starts writing on her blog. Chase looks around the room.
((That fucking username))
((It is a beautiful username don't attac the noop noodle))
Rey brings out her chips and goes to check the time, nervously.
“Need another drink?” He asks Chase.
(Don’t tell me what to do baby))
Name: William Arthur Becker
Age: 20
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Gay
Role (protag/antag): Maybe a sidekick???
Ethnicity (optional): half english, half irish
Species: Powered/Human
Powers/Abilities: Can absorb peoples wounds, the would is then his until he gives it to someone else
Personality: quiet, paranoid, focused on making others happy.
Appearance: hair is short on sides, faded blue floof on top, freckles all over, pale as hecc, average height, stick like body shape
Clothing: always wearing jeans, a shirt, a knitted cardigan and brown lace up shoes
Backstory: it's all so f̧̂u͍̬̮̐ͅz̑̅ͧ̒̌ͨ̚҉̪͎̠̱̱ͅzy̝̭̖̤͔̩̓̂̆͌̓͐ͮ
Other: can do a lot of the fortnight dances, wants to become a councillor or a doctor, just wants to help people
((there be my character))
((You needed to add Rey’s husbandooooooo))
William quietly walked into the bar and sat down at a table, sitting there quietly and looking out of the the window absent mindedly.
Rey is more focussed on the clock and on the drinks he’s a little out of it but eventually walks up to Will.
Will looks up to rey and smiles quite sweetly.
"Hey" he says, fiddling with his hands
Genevieve looks over at the Will and Rey, smiling.
will shyly waves at Geniveve
Genevieve waves back. Chase turns to look. ((he has his back to Will and Rey))
Chase turns to Will and gives a flirtatious smile. ((He's straight, but he likes to be annoying))
Rey glares at Chase and drags Will into the staff bathrooms by his wrist.
Chase pouts. Genevieve traces a single tear down her face, mimicking him.
Rey comes out alone and goes to the bar, crossing his arms. He places his staff keys down on the bench and makes some drinks for other customers. He brings Genevieve her chips, glaring down Chase.