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Prologue
Logan sighed and pushed the door open and walked in, not realizing it was a bar.
The bartender didn’t look very old, maybe 14 or 15 at most? Logan couldn’t tell. Behind the bartender looked to be an even younger child, playing on what looked like a nintendo switch, not that Logan would know since they had a landline phone.
The bartender had black wire rimmed glasses and bright yellow eyes with black sclera and black slit pupils similar to a cat’s. They were actually really similar to a cat. They had dark blue hair with neon blue streaks and matching blue cat ears sticking out of the mess of long hair that looked like it ended around the middle of their back. As if the rest of their appearance didn’t scream “cat hybrid”, the bartender had a cat tail that matched their hair and cat ears.
They had noticeable medium black crow wings that sprouted out of their back and awkwardly kept hitting the kid behind them as they ran around behind the counter to assist everyone there. The kid didn’t have much going on for them, they wore a simple light brown jumper that mostly covered their hands with a white collar shirt underneath and a pair of black leggings with some light grey and black sneakers. They had light brown medium length hair that seemed to go a few inches past their shoulder with teal streaks that seemed to match the bartender’s hair color, but unlike the bartender, they had a pair of antennae sticking out of their hair and bug wings out of their back. Their eyes seemed to shift between a dark blue and dark green color constantly. They also wore a pair of yellow tinted goggles around their neck with lenses that looked similar to honeycomb if you looked close enough.
The bartender wore white button up shirt with a dark blue tie and a black skirt that reached just above their knees connected by suspenders that rested on their shoulders. They wore a pair of black boots that contrasted heavily against the soft billowing of the skirt they wore. They had a name tag that read “Jubilee Bucket” and a pink pin with green dinosaurs on it that said “he/they” despite his extremely feminine appearance.
Wait, minors in a bar?
Wasn’t that heavily against the rules or something?
Logan rushed up to the bar, pushing some pissed off drunk guy who was yelling at the bartender on the ground.
Jubilee looked at Logan with happiness, they looked like they were either about to cry or start yelling back at the guy who was now on the floor if he continued to yell at them.
“Excuse me, uh- Mx. Jubilee, how old are you?” Logan asked.
“16, why?” The cat-crow bartender, Jubilee, responded, accidentally hitting the kid behind them in the face with their wings, leaving the kid with a mouthful of feathers and flipping off the bartender for a few seconds before looking back at their game they were playing.
Logan narrowed his eyes. “And what about them?” They gestured to the kid behind Jubilee, which made them turn around and look at them.
“Oh! That’s my sibling Bee. They’re 11 years old.” Jubilee walked up next to Bee and messed with their hair, which earned a slap from the latter.
“You.. you two are too young to be here.” Logan stated. “Bars are 21 and over, are they not?”
“I work here and need to take care of Bee so my dad pays me. Two incomes at the same time!” Jubilee chuckles a bit at his own joke.
“Isn’t it kind of bad for your younger sibling to be around this much alcohol?” Logan asked.
“They are the product of a man sticking his dick in a beehive, I don’t think they really care.” Jubilee said flatly.
Logan chuckled, Jubilee did not.
Oh shit, he wasn’t kidding.
“You’re.. you’re not kidding?” Logan asked, clearing their throat.
“No.” Jubilee responded. “My father, Soil, stuck his cock in a beehive and then Bee was made.”
“Oh.” was all Logan could respond with as Bee punched their older brother in the arm and he yelped.
“Why are they so… violent?” Logan asked.
“They’re not normally this violent, they just have.. uh.. what’s it called?” Jubilee asked Bee.
‘Selective mutism’ they signed and Jubilee snapped in realization. “Yeah! Bee has selective mutism, they uh.. can’t really talk in social situations and their anxiety puts them in like a.. state of shock, right?” Jubilee turns to Bee, who gives them a nod and thumbs up.
“Ohhh.” Logan responded understandingly.
The next thing Jubilee said caught Logan off guard as they had asked him:
“Do you wanna blow stuff up??”
“Wha- aren’t you working?” Logan asked almost instantly after getting over the brief shock they felt.
Jubilee shrugged. “I can close early.”
“It’s 3:00 PM in the afternoon, that’s too early for a bar to close, isn’t it?”
“Eh, my boss just said my shift was from 1:00 PM to closing,” Jubilee smirked. “They never specified the time I had to close.”
“I-” Logan had no response for that as Bee handed Jubilee his keys and Bee stuffed their switch into a light mustard yellow backpack.
Jubilee forced the very few customers in the establishment out and after about 20 minutes, the trio was out to cause some chaos and trouble, with some slight reluctance from Logan before he finally complied.