23rd Death
[urg. this feeling wasn't exactly what Dextera had expected when he had decided to have a drink. clean water, in his world, was a very rare thing so he usually drank as much as he could here since the mute was aware the human body needed it to work properly.
when he found that it tasted a little...differently, he didn't mind. there were worse things in the world to drink and while it tasted strange, he could cope.
later in the day however, and after drinking what would amount to half a bottle of vodka, Dextera is truely hammered and trying to find has way back to his room. it's proving difficult for him since he was having trouble walking in a straight line, he felt like he was going to be sick any minute now and he forgot what his room number was.
again, urg.]
[ooc: open.]
when he found that it tasted a little...differently, he didn't mind. there were worse things in the world to drink and while it tasted strange, he could cope.
later in the day however, and after drinking what would amount to half a bottle of vodka, Dextera is truely hammered and trying to find has way back to his room. it's proving difficult for him since he was having trouble walking in a straight line, he felt like he was going to be sick any minute now and he forgot what his room number was.
again, urg.]
[ooc: open.]