IS APPLETINI A GAY DRINK?
WHO: Elizaveta, Ludwig, Roderich
WHEN: Late Tuesday Night to Early Wednesday Morning (August 11th - 12th)
WHERE: Cheuca
WHAT: Beware of Drunk Roderich.
Alcohol was something that Roderich usually stayed away from. He enjoyed the occasional glass of fine wine now and then, but mostly he stayed clear from anything that even had the slightest hint of alcohol in them. (Unless it was food or cake, then it was a different story.)
Tonight, he was doing the exact opposite. As he sipped his fourth drink of the night - he never knew Appletini was so easy to down - he was fast forgetting his troubles finally. The horrendous events of the weekend were fading from his mind as the alcohol swarmed his senses. One by one, the sweet cocktail drowned out his conscious thinking process, rendering him into a puddle of mindless goo by the bar. A mindless but very happy goo.
As long as he could erase Francis' smug face and filthy hand from his memory, he was willing to down anything.
Next to him was Elizaveta, his companion for the night. Though he must admit he wasn't doing a very good job at keepingher company. He was already forgetting her existence even though he could smell her perfume and the fragrance from her shampoo. Instead of being a gentleman and talking to her, he slumped on the counter. The side of his face rested on his arm, his hand still clutched around the base of the martini glass. Somewhere along the night, he had taken off his glasses and left them folded next to the small metal bowl of trail mix.
He remained still as loud music pumped from mounted speakers. Breathing slowly, he drummed his fingers to the techno beat.
WHEN: Late Tuesday Night to Early Wednesday Morning (August 11th - 12th)
WHERE: Cheuca
WHAT: Beware of Drunk Roderich.
Alcohol was something that Roderich usually stayed away from. He enjoyed the occasional glass of fine wine now and then, but mostly he stayed clear from anything that even had the slightest hint of alcohol in them. (Unless it was food or cake, then it was a different story.)
Tonight, he was doing the exact opposite. As he sipped his fourth drink of the night - he never knew Appletini was so easy to down - he was fast forgetting his troubles finally. The horrendous events of the weekend were fading from his mind as the alcohol swarmed his senses. One by one, the sweet cocktail drowned out his conscious thinking process, rendering him into a puddle of mindless goo by the bar. A mindless but very happy goo.
As long as he could erase Francis' smug face and filthy hand from his memory, he was willing to down anything.
Next to him was Elizaveta, his companion for the night. Though he must admit he wasn't doing a very good job at keepingher company. He was already forgetting her existence even though he could smell her perfume and the fragrance from her shampoo. Instead of being a gentleman and talking to her, he slumped on the counter. The side of his face rested on his arm, his hand still clutched around the base of the martini glass. Somewhere along the night, he had taken off his glasses and left them folded next to the small metal bowl of trail mix.
He remained still as loud music pumped from mounted speakers. Breathing slowly, he drummed his fingers to the techno beat.