[ANTI-] A boy leaned forward, staring Faun in the face. He smelled of smoke and alcohol. "Ey... Wazzup wit'cha eye, huh?" He slurred, puffing smoke at the other. "Why you coverin' up so much?"
"Mikey?" Faun questioned, taking a cautious step back from the man who she assumed was her boyfriend playing some sick prank.
"The fuck are you talking about? You know damn well about what happened to my eye." She spat, the anger growing in her eyes.











