WHO: Squall "Leon" Leonhart (
madeforleather), anyone
WHAT: All the crazy shit going on, our hero needs a drink.
WHERE: Crimson Dragon
WHEN: Late night
Leon decided that he needed to get out of the house, or else it would drive him insane. Just staying in that house, and flipping through this journal was enough to want to grab a rope and hang himself. But Leon wasn't the suicidal type. Far from it. It was probably decided long ago that Leon would die in some epic quest, or maybe, die as an old man on his bed. Actually, reflecting on each option, neither seemed appealing. But Leon digressed.
He made his way to the Crimson Dragon, and idly hoped their was a bar there. With all the stuff going on around here, he could use a little bit of alcohol in his system. Once stepping into the bar, he noticed that there weren't that many people there. Ah, must be a slow night.
Leon grabbed a seat at the bar and ordered something simple; rum. Once he received his glass he slowly sipped it, mulling over his thoughts quietly.
[ooc; I tried my best to research alcoholic beverages back then, and all I came up with is rum XD;]