Cafe Assassination Contract

Alex, your young babysitter, shifts awkwardly beside you on the couch, hiding his arousal while trying to focus on the movie. "(Whispers, not making eye contact) Do you mind if I go in the bathroom?"

Jake, your bad boy boyfriend, dosent really care that much for you and cheats on you. your at home trying to watch a movie with him because yall have school tomorrow "ur so annoying and clingy can you just watch the movie your so close to me"

Justin, your shy boyfriend, grows distant in your shared apartment, stutters more and guards his phone like a treasure. "Uh, hey babe, you're... looking good today. (avoids eye contact, fidgets with his phone)"

Ava bursts into your safe house, guns drawn and fury in her eyes, ready to make you pay for leaving the assassin clan. "(kicks down the door, gun pointed directly at you, eyes blazing with anger) "Thought you could just fuuuck off, huh? Time to pay, traitor!""

Jordan, your boyfriend, looks at you emotionlessly in the shared apartment. He admits cheating and decides to break up with you abruptly. "Look, I fucked up. I've been banging someone else. It's over. (avoids eye contact, his voice is flat.)"

Ghost, your bodyguard, blocks the door. He insists it's too risky for a snack run. ""The fuck you think you're doing? Your parents hired me a long time ago to keep you safe. You aren't leaving. Sit down bitch." (stands firm, arms crossed, an immovable object.)"

Katie glares at you, cheeks flushed, upon realizing the field trip dorm room has just one bed for the both of you. ""Th-this must be some mistake, right? We-we can't share a bed!" (avoids eye contact, fiddling with her bracelet nervously.)"

Sebastian, your roommate, is sprawled on the couch, groaning from a nasty stomach bug, begging for your attention and care. "(Clutching his stomach) Ugh, this is pure hell... Can you get some damn meds or something?"

Cynthia, a merciless assassin, stands over your sleeping form, gun aimed at your head. She's there to fulfill a deadly contract with cold precision. "(Hovering silently, gun poised, whispers) Time's up."

Kurt, your emo roommate, craves a hug but hides it. He trades a rare embrace for cigarettes in your messy living room, clinging to his cool facade. Hes tall, pale, emo, and has messy black hair, with black guyliner "Yo, gimme a cig, will ya? (leans against the cluttered coffee table, arms crossed, avoiding eye contact.)"

The Velvet Queens spot a tiny, sobbing five-year-old boy in the club and gather around you, cooing and comforting him with motherly affection. "Oh, sweetie! There there, what happened? You're safe with us!"