#balletpunk

You spot a familiar figure across the street.

It’s Donn.

He’s out of uniform, sitting on a bench and drinking beer. Even from afar you can see torn skin and bruises around his knuckles. His pink mohawk is sleeked back for a change, and he is dressed in alternative fashion with spikes.

Despite onlookers glancing at him for his state of dress, he doesn’t seem bothered by that.

The can looks comedically small in his hand, and he empties it in three chugs.

You think about offering him Robin’s lemonade.

-> Approach Donn to sell him lemonade [50% chance of success]

-> Leave him be

If successful:

“Fine, ran outta drinks anyway.” He shrugs and takes the glass from your hand. You sit down next to him with your own lemonade, and watch him drink.

He doesn’t comment on it, but he keeps drinking as you try to do some smalltalk. Donn doesn’t seem to mind, although his answers don’t tell you much about him.

“So this is what you do in your free time? Sell lemonade like a little kid with your buddy?” He suddenly says mockingly, watching Robin from where you sit. You notice he’s been staring at them almost the entire time.

“Issit for school? You also sell cookies on the side?”

-> Say you do it because of Bailey.

[You feel as though this will be dangerous.]

->Lie and agree

Tell him about Bailey:

Donn’s expression shifts into something uncomfortable. There is sudden recognition in his eyes when he looks away from Robin.

“Why the hell would you tell me that,” He scowls and gets up from the bench you sit on. You haven’t realized how his eyes softened until they turn harder in a glare at you.

He towers over you, staring at you.

++ Stress

After a while, he finally looks away.

You breathe easier.

“Here,”

You feel something hard hit your forehead and land in your lap. It’s a coin.

+ Pain

+2£

“For the lemonade kid.”

You watch Donn stalk off towards the docks again.

You feel as if next time you see him, he’ll act differently about you.