I drink; therefore I am. (OPEN)
WHO: Garak and whoever shows up (Feel free to threadjack and ignore posting order, ya drunks.)
WHAT: Getting drunk, self medication, and a stunning display of healthy coping mechanisms.
WHERE: The bar.
WHEN: Early evening until.
Several days into hardly sleeping at all, too much busy work, and not enough socializing, Garak left his room on a mission. Much to his surprise, he found the room he sought on the very first try. That was a huge change from the way things had been going lately the very few times he ventured from his room.
By the time he reached the bar, the silent tender had already left an entire bottle of blue kanar and a glass for him. Without hesitating or wasting time on small talk with someone he knew wouldn't respond, Garak unstoppered the bottle, poured his glass to the rim, and downed it in one smooth swallow. As he felt the familiar burn all the way down, he closed his eyes briefly. Why he had waited this long to turn to a tried and true method to sooth his inner turmoil, he couldn't say. Stubbornness, perhaps. Well, he was done with that. He poured his second drink and lifted it.
WHAT: Getting drunk, self medication, and a stunning display of healthy coping mechanisms.
WHERE: The bar.
WHEN: Early evening until.
Several days into hardly sleeping at all, too much busy work, and not enough socializing, Garak left his room on a mission. Much to his surprise, he found the room he sought on the very first try. That was a huge change from the way things had been going lately the very few times he ventured from his room.
By the time he reached the bar, the silent tender had already left an entire bottle of blue kanar and a glass for him. Without hesitating or wasting time on small talk with someone he knew wouldn't respond, Garak unstoppered the bottle, poured his glass to the rim, and downed it in one smooth swallow. As he felt the familiar burn all the way down, he closed his eyes briefly. Why he had waited this long to turn to a tried and true method to sooth his inner turmoil, he couldn't say. Stubbornness, perhaps. Well, he was done with that. He poured his second drink and lifted it.