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“You know you don’t actually need these”, Steven reaches for Andys cracked glasses but is quickly swatted away.
The two sit in the back of the bar, Gary got into a brawl with Peter and Oliver helping him. Luckily, the fight was taken outside. Five glasses rest at their table, one empty and turned over like it was a shot glass.
Andy huffs, embarrassed, “I like them”. He puts it as simply as that. Andy still was trying to get used to the whole showing emotions thing. Not that Gary ever judges him for it.
Steven snickers, sitting next to him on a wooden stool, “But you can see just fine. Twenty twenty vision cuz we’re b—”
“Blanks. Yes, I know,” Andy cuts him off, shooting him a glance that tells him to leave it alone. His friend only continues to smile.
The doors to the bar swing open as Gary runs in, Oliver and Peter following behind. Human blood is on his knuckles but he has a smug smile on his face, “Alright boys, drink up! We’ve got to get going before they call for backup”.