Every man has his faults.
Yet we seek to have none.
Embrace all of your vices.



Heaving a sigh, his head rolled to the side along the wall that he slouched in a heap against. His sight wandered with his thoughts and, although everything was a blurred distraction, it all felt right and crisp. His heart raced, loudly pounding away in his mind while the pungent smells of the ally bit at him. He licked at his lip briefly, wondering if he had a cigarette to spare to add to the familiar taste that twinged them.

”You’re an idiot.”

”’S nothing new.” He heard the quiet footsteps beside him, crunching the stray trash beneath light steps, and he didn’t bother to roll his head the other way to look at his conversation partner. Quietly, they slid down the dirty wall and sat next to him, silently disappointed in the entity of it all. He laughed under his breath and let the bitter air seep into every cut he had gained that evening. He wiped away the red dripping from his nose with a lacking tenderness, but smiled weakly nonetheless.

"I don’t think you realize how tedious it is for me to fix you up after these shenanigans, Evan.” Evan’s head finally turned to face his converser, his face being lit dimly by the lights in the street he was looking towards. Mangled was the most polite way to describe the battered look he sported that night.

”You enjoy it,”he mumbled, a crooked and haughty smile tugging the corners of his mouth. Even from his position, he managed to look down on the weary looking woman besides him. ”’S what you do, Robin – ‘s why we’re friends.”

”Mm,” was all she managed to get to him, her eyes examining every new feature added to his physique. ”Well.” Robin didn’t finish the sentence, nor did she attempt to add anything more to that – it was true. Her hands rummaged a pocket and took out a cigarette and lighter quietly. After lighting it, she passed the delicate roll of tobacco to Evan, who enjoyed it in serene silence, sighing contently with the first inhale.

“’S just another Sunday.”

There was a long pause between them as Even twirled the slowly disappearing cigarette between his fingers, only the slight sound of him flicking ash off of its tip here and there between the sighs. ”You’re a mess,” Robin finally noted, breaking silence and leaving a crisp ring in the alleyway. ”Whoever did this really wrecked your face – what’d you do this time?” She moved a hand through her hair, calmly waiting as she examined the opposite wall, refusing to make eye contact with Evan's.

”Glad to know I am the one at fault here,” Evan said smoothly; the subtle cynical tone under it was chilling and precise. The light on the end of the cigarette flickered and he let it dangle on his tattered lips while he thought.

Robin let out a soft, mumbled groan to his response. ”That only means that you are.” She tapped her head on the wall lightly in frustration. ”You can’t keep living like this, Ev. You’ll get yourself killed one of these days.”

Evan snickered as he took a long final drag from the cigarette, then flicked the butt off into the darker region of the ally. With a grunt and some effort, he stood up and offered his hand to Robin below him, sporting his usual crooked and cocky smile.
”We needn’t worry of the future – we throw caution to the wind.”



Name: Evan Marshall Bridon
Alias: None
Age: 24
Sex: Male
D.O.B: July 29th
Sign: Leo

Personality: Smug, arrogant, hotheaded, sarcastic, stubborn.
Can be oddly endearing, though. Becomes a bit level-headed on good days.

Job: Bartender // Part-time student
Aspiration: Theater/film production
Orientation: Bisexual
Marital Status: Single
Friends: Robin

Build: Broad shoulders but slim
Complexion: Light olive
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Gray
Height: 5'9"
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