She Did Not Care
Originally published at Fire at Dawn. You can comment here or there.
Minna walked away from Aelerion, over the water and into the nearest bar in Booty Bay. She looked at the bar and her surroundings and she just… couldn’t. Her feelings were reeling, she actually felt nauseas. How is that even possible? she wondered, I’m undead.
She pulled her hearthstone out of a pouch on her belt and activated it, the cloud of green smoke swirled around her and transported her to her room at the inn in Undercity. She promptly dropped the stone and screamed, the very force of it rattled the walls, loosing some dust into the air from the cracks in the wood paneling. She turned and pulled her swords, plunging them into the floor.
Then she flipped the only table in the room, sending the chairs askew and the deck of cards that was on top of it, previously splayed out in a game of poker, flying through the air around her. The room became a disheveled mess in a matter of seconds.
She slumped, collapsing onto the floor, leaning her back against the frame of the bed. She started pulling off her armor, piece by piece, flinging the plate against the wall with a curse. Gloves, “FUCK!” Boots, “THIS!” Bracers, “LIFE!”
She reached back to undo her breastplate with the intention to also hurl it at the wall, but her hands in their fumbling rage found the bottle of scotch that she had stowed in a pouch on her belt instead. She pulled it out and turned to bang the top of the bottle against the bed frame, breaking off the slender top piece with the cork in it, and poured it down her throat, gulping down the liquor without stopping for breath. Not that she need to stop for breath. The heat of the scotch warmed her insides briefly, but the effect did not last.
The empty bottle met the wall with a crack, shattering. Some glass spattered close enough to knick her skin. She did not care.
She removed her breastplate, pauldrons, and leg gear before crawling up into the bed. She was sticky with scotch that had not made it into her mouth and a bit of blood which oozed slowly from the cuts made by the glass. It would stain the sheets. She did not care.
She did not care.