That new transfer ‘kid’ whose name could be Pound had been pissing Beer Keg lately. He did nothing but he just seems like a threat to Beer Keg. 15 . 8 . 2024 It was sort of early in the morning and class hasn’t started yet. A tin cracking noise was made as Beer Keg crushed the soda can in his hands, his veins showing through his knuckles. The teenager clenched his teeth as he threw the can into the trash bin, making a perfect shot. He exclaimed with a ‘yes’ as he rolled his hand into a fist before turning to the person next to him who seems unamused; It was Glitchy. “Yer’ see that, dude??? Now that’s what I call a perfect shot!” He loudly snickered, crossing his arms while leaning against one of the lockers while Glitchy raised their brows, still unimpressed and cringed by Beer Keg’s statement.