WHO: Aslan
leone_christe and Roger Davis
cheapredlightsWHAT: getting drunk ^^b
WHERE: Devil's Nest
WHEN: Day 125
Aslan walked into the seedy bar, well aware of its reputation, but not as concerned about it as he would have been when he first came into the city. A few (very few) people shied away from him as he walked simply due to his sheer size and mass, while the majority ignored him entirely. His presence was always stronger when he was on a battlefield...even so he guessed that he shouldn't be surprised. The people in this city were used to seeing far worse on a daily basis than just some massively muscular man. He was pretty sure he drew more admiring stares than any other sort of attention.
He sat down at the bar, ordering a very expensive shot of whiskey and downing it all at once.
It had become all too obvious his original idea wasn't going to work, so he was going to destroy as many brain cells as he could tonight, deal with the hangover tomorrow, then come up with something completely different.
With any luck...he'd be able to meet some people who might help while he was at it.