#abrxkendream

                          Dio stands firm, gun in hand as his eyes are focused forward on the target at the end of the room. He takes careful aim before firing a burst of the bullets, well, more lasers, as they left a burn where the bullet should be. They figured practicing with deadly lasers was better instead of wasting the ammunition they were ‘so limited’ to be in as they claimed. But it didn’t stop Dio from being an amazing marksman, good with a rifle he always had a wonderful aim from a distance. 

     “Told you I could hit the bullseye.” A faint cocky tone fills his voice as he  turns around, shoving the gun in the hands of his companion. 

It wasn’t exactly a packed night in the bar, there were a few regulars hanging around at the end of the bar, a few older guys making bets on their pool game, but other than that the bar was pretty dead. No one new or exciting had come in, but he figured that this might be the case it was after all the middle of the week and most people who weren’t drunks tended to stay in the comfort of their own homes considering they had jobs that actually ran during the day time.

Lucky for Colton he was no longer one of those workers.

Still from his perch behind the bar against his stool he slowly sips on his tumbler of whiskey he’d allotted himself for the first part of his shift. Sure the owner didn’t mind them drinking a little on the job, but he knew he couldn’t get tanked so this was how he had to manage his own little problem even though he really just wanted to toss the drink back in one go.

When the night felt like it might be one of those nights where he continuously counted straws and worked on dicing up yet another bin of lemons and limes the morning crew probably wouldn’t need, he hears a chime at the door and is quick to pick up his head and peer over the register. A new face in his bar, this could be good.

“Attractive doesn’t even begin to cover the way I would describe you,” Rhian blurted out without thinking. “But, yeah, I guess that is a good point.” He said, weakly, in an attempt to salvage his embarrassing moment but nothing seemed to be working for him. Sadly he wasn’t able to show that him being in this form, his own skin, meant that he was genuinely attracted to Erebus; sexually and in general. This was his most vulnerable state after all, he didn’t like to let just anyone see him like this. “It’s not– It’s not that,” he finally admitted as he let out a heavy breath, “I just– I feel like I can’t hide like this, I can’t create the perfect personality, I’m just– me; and, in my experience, that’s never enough– I’m sorry, I’m ruining the mood aren’t I? Flirting was never really my forte, but even this is turning out worse than I usually fare.”

“Welcome, what can I make for you tonight?”

Hope you don’t mind me publishing this!!

CIS:

This means a person who identifies with the gender which they were assigned at birth.  So if someone is born and then the doctor goes “it’s a boy!” and then however many years down the road they’re like “Yeah.  That seems right,” then that person is cis.

DYADIC:

This is a person who is not born intersex.  That is, they are born with genitals within the sex binary (which is just as fake as the gender binary, but water u gonna do).  That is to say, that some who is a 1 or a 6/7 (approximately??) on this scale (NSFW) would be considered dyadic because their genitals fall within those we have established as the “norm.”