Bones sat in front of you in the bar's bathroom, as you gently patted the blood away from his face with a tissue. He held a cigarette between his fingers and blew out the smoke from his mouth. Obviously, he was ignoring the fact that he just got in a fight and won... because it was so, SO usual for him.

"Are you going to tell me when you're done?" The goth asked in a bored tone, putting the cigarette between his lips and exhaling, leaning in a little bit to blow the smoke in your face to tease you. He knew you hated it.

He then remained in the same position but placed his elbows on his knees, as you both sat on the cold bathroom floor. His makeup was messy, so were his hair and clothes, and it really looked like he was a homeless freak now.