#gloryhqs.start

       “So...”

Robin flops on the seat next to the other, his fingers anxiously fiddling with something hidden between his hands and he bites his lower lip nervously, dying to tell someone about this so they could tell him he was just seeing things, that it was still part of the trauma, that this wasn’t real.

Ender: On the one hand, I feel terrible.

Ender: On the other, it was so much fun.

not what he knew, not how proud the criminals were of it, not how unfit to deal with the situation his officers were, none of it change anything at the end of the day. what was right was still right. the law was still the law. and so, he opened an investigation, all the same, as if it was any ordinary crime. worked to follow clues, get people on the case, take accounts from any and all witnesses they could find. the personal need to stay at the top of it all instead of letting other officers deal with it was mostly due to fear. hank could take a hit from a mutant, he could end up at a hospital. his officers, on the other hand, had families, girlfriends, boyfriends, children, lives that would be could wrecked, ruined. he wouldn’t let that happen.

all the clues led to that place. hank made sure to be the one there going there, by himself, so no one else would be harmed in the process. —— when owner of the place finally opened the door for him, he removed his glasses, attempt a small smile. “ hello, hm, good morning, i’m sheriff roosevelt, i was wondering if you could answer a few questions ? i’ll try not to take up too much of your time ”

“What about this one?”

“This one, too.” 

“Even that one?”

“That one had insufficient funds.”

“But I come here lots and I’ve paid every time, maybe I can pay tomorrow?”

“I’m sorry, we can’t do that.”

“I just forgot to bring cash, it’s just a coffee and-”

“Listen, kid, you’re holding up the line here.”

The student was close to tears, his voice already bordering on whiny as the temptation to just use his power of persuasion to make the barista give him the coffee for free. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t come back later to pay for it, he just wasn’t used to not being able to rely on his cards. Being broke sucked.

(Not that he really knew what it felt like, even now that he’d been cut off by his parents. His boyfriend had enough money to his name to provide for the both of them. He just didn’t like the feeling of having to rely on his partner to pay for things that he used to be able to afford.)

With a trembling bottom lip, he turned around to look at the person behind him, eyes wide and pleading. “Could I borrow some money? I can give you my number and I can pay you back as soon as possible? I promise I have it and I’m not lying or trying to get a free drink, I just--”

Got recently disowned.

“Um... I have a problem with my cards...”

But this was his place.  And for the first time in a long time, he really felt like it was. 

He stood up from the blush, soft pink sofa that was situated in his own section of the bar, and wiped his hands down white skinny jeans. It only took him a few steps before he was stumbling into another body, his own inebriated form landing firmly on his ass. “Ouch,” A soft whine as he sat on the ground, a pout pulling at his lower lip. “You need to watch where you’re going-- do you know who I am?” His tone had meant to be more threatening than it was, but Bambi just slurred through it all. 

So. They were getting drunk. Which, when you’re undead, took a long time. 

“Everything absolutely sucks and I can't fix it so I give up. I’m going to... go live under a bridge with trolls or something. something really wild and far away. That would be better.”