Chuuya & Michael
"It just sucks," Chuuya groaned, face planting against the bar top and accidentally banging his foreheard a little too hard against it. He didn't pay attention to it, though. He just kept still, not moving.
At least until Michael mentioned the expensive alcohol. That was when Chuuya perked up again and he asked the bartender for some. Only this time, they told him no because he was drunk. "What? I'm not that drunk," he insisted, even though he was slurring his words and was getting angry.
"C'mon, I just want another drink, asshole." His voice rose a little as he stood up, placing his hands on the bar top, cracks appearing underneath his fingers when he unknowingly activated his ability.