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Alan didn't go off planet very often, mostly because he wasn't a fan of flying. There was something about being strapped into a tin can and shuttled into the black that just made him generally uneasy. It didn't help that he was already defending someone he didn't particularly want to defend, but even Alan Shore had to do what he was told on occasion, which meant defending a mob boss on Oublie.
The moment he'd landed he had headed straight for the nearest bar, not bothered that he stood out like a sore thumb among Oublie's less than savoury crowd. Sipping something with a liberal amount of alcohol in it, he looked unlike himself as he stared into space. Lately he was getting the feeling that nothing he did meant anything, and that his bachelor lifestyle just wasn't what he'd hoped it would be.
He could swear he remembered what being in love felt like, but he could hardly remember the last time it had actually happened. It was all good looking people, one night stands, and the occasional screw on his desk.
Nothing meant anything, and that was something Alan hated even more than fighting for the wrong side. At least fighting felt good.
(Find him in any bar on Oublie. Open to all.)
The moment he'd landed he had headed straight for the nearest bar, not bothered that he stood out like a sore thumb among Oublie's less than savoury crowd. Sipping something with a liberal amount of alcohol in it, he looked unlike himself as he stared into space. Lately he was getting the feeling that nothing he did meant anything, and that his bachelor lifestyle just wasn't what he'd hoped it would be.
He could swear he remembered what being in love felt like, but he could hardly remember the last time it had actually happened. It was all good looking people, one night stands, and the occasional screw on his desk.
Nothing meant anything, and that was something Alan hated even more than fighting for the wrong side. At least fighting felt good.
(Find him in any bar on Oublie. Open to all.)