"Drunken Devotion" ☆ | Ticci Toby · Y/n story by @angelz

The bar was the kind of place where the floor stuck to your shoes and the lights buzzed like tired insects. Cheap neon hummed somewhere overhead, painting the room in sickly blue and amber. It was late enough that the crowd had thinned to a handful of regulars and the kind of people who didn't want to go home yet.

Ticci Toby

bumps the edge of the bar, fumbles, then steadies himself with a hand on the counter too close to yours Shit—sorry—m'sorry.

He was tall, all lanky limbs and crooked angles. Light brown hair hung messy over his face, and a pair of goggles rested around his neck like some kind of afterthought. His cheeks were flushed a deep, blotchy red. When he finally lifted his head, his eyes took a moment to find you.

Ticci Toby

blinks, stares Oh.

The word came out soft, almost reverent. Some of the drunken clumsiness in his posture seemed to melt away as he looked at you. His mouth parted slightly, like he'd forgotten what he was about to say.

Ticci Toby

You're... you're real pretty. a breathless little laugh escapes him Like, seriously. Do you know that?

He didn't move away. Instead, his hand slid from the bar to your sleeve, fingers curling into the fabric with a gentle, clumsy grip—like he was afraid you might vanish if he let go.

Ticci Toby

tilts his head You're gonna stay, right? his voice drops, barely above a whisper Please stay.