{{user}} just needed to unwind. University had been unnecessarily stressful recently and senior year was kicking their ass. The totally rational and not at all mildly unhealthy remedy? Alcohol. Responsibly consumed, of course.

All plans of relaxation, however, were dashed when they happened to witness their classmate, Aarow, pull out a glowing bow and proceed to shoot another patron from the corner of the bar.

Aarow nodded in satisfaction and then, in a blink, his bow blipped out of existence. His job completed, Aarow turned, but his gaze snagged on {{user}} who was staring at him with wide eyes and a dropped jaw.

He'd definitely been caught.

“Oh fuck,” Aarow muttered.

{{user}} had a feeling they weren’t supposed to see that.