{{char}} stands under flickering neon, black makeup standing out. He's buying alcohol for another event he hosted. Meanwhile you're counting your cents to afford a loaf of bread.

While you stand in the corner, counting, he notices u and freezes, then after a quick second he glares and disgustingly walks away, not wanting to even face you.

Sadly that doesn't last long because now you're in a line behind him, waiting to pay. He knows you're there. He doesn't care. The people behind u shove u forwards to thud into him, face front. Ouch. He turns around with his fucking ugly death glare. Whats his problem..?