Boredom and Booze
Characters: Karis, open
Location: The Oceanview Bar
Rating: PG/PG-13
Time: The Present.
Karis was in a good mood. Tonight had been a good night. Aside from a few stupid exchanges over the communications network, nothing had really pissed her off today. Then, of course, there had been that marvelous opportunity with a drunk Bryn and a sober Haine to get some fun in. That had gone wonderfully, at least in Karis' opinion. She'd gotten some good laughs, some booze.
But then the night had ground to a halt. Ter was sleeping, because he was a stupid breather. She had no idea where Celeste was. She didn't really feel like bothering Janelle (who was probably asleep anyway). That left booze as her sole friend and respite. She'd hit up the Oceanview bar for some drinks.
One shot had turned to two. Two to three. Three to four. About the twentieth, she'd figured it would be awesome to make a scale model of the Undercity out of shotglasses. She was now on shot thirty and woefully short of the neccessary glasses needed to recreate the Apothecarium. She'd already managed to construct the throne room, complete with a little toothpick Sylvanas.
Shakily, she poured herself another shot.
Location: The Oceanview Bar
Rating: PG/PG-13
Time: The Present.
Karis was in a good mood. Tonight had been a good night. Aside from a few stupid exchanges over the communications network, nothing had really pissed her off today. Then, of course, there had been that marvelous opportunity with a drunk Bryn and a sober Haine to get some fun in. That had gone wonderfully, at least in Karis' opinion. She'd gotten some good laughs, some booze.
But then the night had ground to a halt. Ter was sleeping, because he was a stupid breather. She had no idea where Celeste was. She didn't really feel like bothering Janelle (who was probably asleep anyway). That left booze as her sole friend and respite. She'd hit up the Oceanview bar for some drinks.
One shot had turned to two. Two to three. Three to four. About the twentieth, she'd figured it would be awesome to make a scale model of the Undercity out of shotglasses. She was now on shot thirty and woefully short of the neccessary glasses needed to recreate the Apothecarium. She'd already managed to construct the throne room, complete with a little toothpick Sylvanas.
Shakily, she poured herself another shot.