Private, Halifax 300+
He leaned back into the black char and poured the first drink. It was odd that he did not do this more often, because he always enjoyed a good drink, usually alone. The bar was as deserted as ever, and he was well content with that. No crying babies or whining mates, annoying members, no no, all quiet and it suited him perfectly. He took the vodka shot and shook his head brutally as his taste buds exploded and warmth spread down her throat and stomach. It had been a long time since he had last had a drink, plus he had not had much sleep last night, so he hoped the effect would come quickly. He was seated behind the bar where all the good stuff were easily acceptable, and he could amuse himself with playing the bar man, pouring lots of drinks that in the end would end up in his stomach. He gave a loud and satisfied sigh before he threw the shot glass into the wall on the other end of the room. The Lilium of Dahlia de Mai closed his eyes and smiled to himself.
His ears were still ringing with the constant sounds that went on nonstop in the cabin that had been only his a long time ago before mates and snotty kids. He did not completely hate what had happened to his once so quiet home, but it was great to get it all on distance for a little while. He had taken the day off and left Dahlia behind, and he had intended to spend the day getting drunk and doing nothing. He had been a good boy, so he definitely deserved it. A pink tongue appeared to slightly wet his dark lips before he opened his eyes and started pouring himself another glass of the foul alcohol. |
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