[OPEN] Wastin' away again in margaritaville..
[ Characters ] Vincent Nightray AND YOU!
[ Location ] Twinklebat
[ Date/Time ] Whatever date/evening
[ Warning ] DRINKING!
[ Content ] Vince has simply decided he could allow himself to have a drink, something other than tea. Who doesn't feel like a drink after the arrests and things going on, anyway? Gilbert missing could have something to do with it as well..
I appologize now for the rambling, and probably awful start-off.
The entire ordeal with the card soldiers had become mind numbingly dull for the young blond, enough so that he had eventually collapsed somewhere outside of a town he was passing through and slept. Soon after waking, he had moved further, no longer even entertained by those on the Looking Glass having such trouble with them still. Avoiding them had become something more of a annoying task than a chore.
He'd easily desposed of whatever soldier had come after him with a single shot, his aim was remarkable.
It was some time around evening when he awoke next from another involuntary nap, some thoughtful faceless native having most likely dragged him from whatever area of sidewalk or road he had fallen upon. Someone had sat him in the booth of what appeared to be a rather welcoming pub. Curiously he peeked around before standing, making his way to the bar itself, gloved hands resting upon the wood as he took a seat upon the nearest stool.
Now he was a person who didn't drink very often, but the occasional something never hurt. Well, it didn't hurt him at least. This? This was an occasion where he would allow himself something alcoholic, even if it wasn't something along the lines of his normal glass of wine. There was quite the number of things to choose from, after all..
[ Location ] Twinklebat
[ Date/Time ] Whatever date/evening
[ Warning ] DRINKING!
[ Content ] Vince has simply decided he could allow himself to have a drink, something other than tea. Who doesn't feel like a drink after the arrests and things going on, anyway? Gilbert missing could have something to do with it as well..
I appologize now for the rambling, and probably awful start-off.
The entire ordeal with the card soldiers had become mind numbingly dull for the young blond, enough so that he had eventually collapsed somewhere outside of a town he was passing through and slept. Soon after waking, he had moved further, no longer even entertained by those on the Looking Glass having such trouble with them still. Avoiding them had become something more of a annoying task than a chore.
He'd easily desposed of whatever soldier had come after him with a single shot, his aim was remarkable.
It was some time around evening when he awoke next from another involuntary nap, some thoughtful faceless native having most likely dragged him from whatever area of sidewalk or road he had fallen upon. Someone had sat him in the booth of what appeared to be a rather welcoming pub. Curiously he peeked around before standing, making his way to the bar itself, gloved hands resting upon the wood as he took a seat upon the nearest stool.
Now he was a person who didn't drink very often, but the occasional something never hurt. Well, it didn't hurt him at least. This? This was an occasion where he would allow himself something alcoholic, even if it wasn't something along the lines of his normal glass of wine. There was quite the number of things to choose from, after all..