Name: Garfield Noctis

Nickname(s): He loves Gar, Garry, or Jinx.

Age: 15

Gender: Genderfluid (takes any pronouns, mostly uses masculine pronouns)

Sexuality: Biromantic asexual

Appearance:

Gar is short (barely five feet) for his age and thinner than most. His long hair, previously ginger, has been "burned" (it was really dyed) black. The blue in his eyes is usually the only color he carries.

Personality: Gar is mentally ill. He acts like a child and thinks like one, too. He can't comprehend others' emotions well, instead focusing mostly on his own. He doesn't understand guilt. He doesn't understand what is morally wrong and right. Gar is greedy, always wanting and trying to steal what he can't get or have. He expects everyone to understand what he's going through, and gets angry quickly when they don't. Gar lies too much to manipulate others to his will. However, as dark as a person as he may be, he holds up a cheerful attitude more often than not and.

Fatal Flaw: His greed will get him killed one day.

Quirks: He has a growing distaste for travel.

Other: He is a kleptomaniac and has a proud ambition to become a musician or a makeup artist.

Scene:
You were in a bar, sitting at the counter. The scent of alcohol was old news to you. Anyone would be used to it by now after hours of sloppy sobbing and taking grief-ridden shots.
They let you in because you have an ID stating that you were of age. Whether it was fake or not, they didn't seem to care. However, you could definitely tell that the kid that had just moseyed through the doors was not even close to twenty-one.
He plops down next to you with a grunt, ordering as many shots of Tequila as the bartender would provide. Seeming drunk already, the movements he made to look around the bar were sluggish and leisured. Finally, his eyes stopped on you, lips twisting into a crooked smile.
"You're cute."
He laughs.

What do you do?

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