So, ya like booze?

Zackary sighed and leaned his elbows on the counter. He glanced at Time.
“Who goes and gets the runner this time?”

"You, you dickwad." Time says, walking back to the bar.

(Two characters of mine are soon going to make an appearance.)

Zackary sighed and slid across the counter, waltzing out of the DevilsBlood. He dropped his cigarette and crushed it under a foot. He looked at a little old man and told him to move. He obliged, and thank goodness he did, because Zackary’s wings came bursting forth from his back. He ran a few feet before launching off into the air with a burst of speed.

Meanwhile, Clipsey yelped as something grabbed him by the scruff. It was a man with black hair, red eyes and a fur boa.
"What have we here?" His voice was slithery and creepy.
Clipsey shrieked in terror.

Yeah I'm not doing anything so I'm just gonna go byeeeeeeeeeee))

Zackary heard a faint screech and hung in the air, looking around and down. He puffed out an exhale of smoke and landed on a nearby roof, sitting on the edge. This could wait until he was done with his cigarette. Until then, free entertainment!

(Bye. It was nice having you around. Might see ya in another roleplay? Anyway, bye.)

"Hey, Wraith, got a sack that's free?" The man asked once Clipsey was out of breath.
"Hell yeah." Another man, dressed in red with a black scarf said in a scratchy voice.
"Heyyy, can we not put me in a sack?" Clipsey asked hopefully.
The two men just laughed, and gagged him. He hissed in outrage, and flailed about as they tried to get him in the stupid sack.
"Fuck! The little shit just kicked me in the face!"
"Damn it, he scratches!"

Zackary flicked the butt of the cigarette over his shoulder. Whatever was happening here before him, he didn’t like. He stood, flapping his wings then gave a slight drop to the ground below. He rose his wings to make himself look bigger before growling deeply,
“Let him go.”

The two paused. Clipsey coughed from inside the sack. There was a wound on his shoulder, staining the sack with blue blood.
"Why should we listen ta you?" Wraith asked cockily.

Zackary’s wings quivered with indignation as he walked forward.
“Why? Why should you listen to me?” He gave a crazy laugh.

"Yeah. Why?" Wraith smirked.
From inside, Clipsey yelped when the other man kicked him.

Zackary walked closer, the shunting light of the streetlamps sending harsh, scary shadows into his pointed, firm face. Making him look evil and demonic.
He bared his teeth, which glinted brightly. “I might have to rip your heart out of your chest to convince you.”

Wraith and the other man dropped the sack with a loud thud, and scampered off. Clipsey whimpered from inside.
On closer inspection, the sack was bound with an intricate knot, needing to be cut with scissors or puzzled over for a long while.

Zackary clicked his teeth together a couple times before glaring down at the knot. He grabbed the bag and started to walk, dragging it behind him. He could deal with it later.

From inside, Clipsey whimpered. The large wound they had left on his shoulder was dragging on the ground.

Zackary was unaware of the wound and his pain. Zackary just thought Clipsey was being a wuss.
Anywho, he flapped his wings out once he got away from the alley and shot up into the air, flying back to the DevilsBlood.

(Well, he is a wuss so I ain't judging.)
Clipsey started to struggle in the sack, thinking Wraith was still holding the sack and was going to drop him into a pit full of snakes or something.

Zackary gave a low growl and looked down at the sack. “Stop struggling. I’m bringing you back so I can get you out of there.”

Clipsey stopped. He was pretty sure that had been Zackary. He curled up, covering his wound the best he could with his hands.

Zackary soon landed on the sidewalk outside of the bar and pushed open the door with his foot, walking to the back and setting down the sac on a counter. He grabbed a sharp steak knife and started to work at the fabric of the bag. He made a small hole, tossed the knife away and ripped open the bag.

Clipsey blinked, the sudden light assaulting his eyes. Once he realized what happened, he hugged Zackary tightly, staining his clothing from the large wound on his shoulder.
"Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou!!!!"

Zackary wrinkled his nose and looked down at his stained dress shirt and black vest.
“Yeah, yeah, get off.” He forked Clipsey off. “Let me put something on that.”

"I-it's fine!" He faltered. "I'll…be on my way now!"
He turned, and tried to scramble over the counter, but a sudden, sharp pain stopped him. He let out a quiet gasp, clenching his sharp teeth together. He had experienced pain before, but this was worse than anything else.

Zackary grabbed the back of Clipsey’s shirt and let him run a few feet before dragging him back and sitting him down.
“Let. Me. Put. Something. On. That.”

Clipsey nodded, willing the little tears at the edge of his vision TO STAY PUT- damn it, there they went. Down his cheeks.

Zackary gave him a tissue and started applying things from the First-aid kit he had stored under the bar. He wrapped the wound up in bandage when he was done and set his shirt back over it.
“There.”

"Th-thank you."
Damn it, he was crying harder now. Sobbing, rather. He tried using the tissue, but it was no help, and before long, he was just sobbing, his arms hanging limply by his side. He was stressed, hungry and tired, from living on the street the past couple of days.

(anyone gonna help the lil crying boi?)