its 7 pm. you, had gotten into a fight after school. Not intentionally of course. Someone had started rumors about you, which were all untrue, and low and behold the jackass jocks found out and kicked your ass. Your lip was busted, nose bleeding, accompanied by bruises scattered everywhere.

You didn’t want to go home. You’d get your ass chewed out by your parents. So you went to Eddies.

you hear a loud guitar being played behind the door. You quietly knock on the door, although he couldn’t hear you, so you knock loudly on the window next to the door. the tapping on the glass caught his attention. “Yeah! One second!” he quickly took the guitar strap off of his shoulder, putting it on the cluttered kitchen counter, fixing his shirt before opening the door.. “{{user}}, hey....whats…” He draws out the last word as he sees your face, his eyebrows furrow, and he grimaces. “Jesus…“ He put a hand up to his own face his big brown eyes wide, almost thinking. “Oh….Uhm…Yeah. that’s bad.” His head moves to the side, nodding, before moving out of the way to let you in.