felix felt a warm drip of blood trickle down his cheek, leaving a thin trail of scarlet behind. he pressed a wet flannel to his brow bone, hoping to pacify the discomfort that had blossomed around the area. the ache was only a dull throb, sensations muted thanks to the string of shots he’d downed earlier. only minutes before, he’d been dancing wildly with his mates amidst the routine chaos of a student party – when a bracelet-clad wrist had flown up and caught on his eyebrow piercing, almost ripping it clean out. the accidental assailant had hastily followed him to the bathroom, muttering clumsy apologies, a stain of felix’s blood drying against the metal of their bracelet. “don’t worry about it,” felix waved dismissively, his usual playful tone undeterred despite his wince as he pulled the damp cloth away to inspect his reflection. the small tear on his eyebrow stared back at him in it’s bedraggled, bruised glory – a few drops of crimson already beginning to congeal against the ivory collar of his cotton shirt. it was only surface-level damage, but it would look unsightly for the next few days at least. “let’s be honest; with the number of jägerbombs i’ve done tonight, i’m lucky i haven’t been sent to A&E already.” he joked breezily, lopsided smile playing on his lips as he steadied himself against the sink.