[OPEN] If you were somebody else
Characters: Darcia & OPEN
Location: Bitch's Brew Bar
Rating: PG (will up if anything happens)
Time: Backdated to January 15, nighttime.
Description: Keep running.
In his previous life, Darcia had never been one to drink excessively. Expensive wines at parties, the occasional nightcap when Neige thought he hadn't slept for too long. But he had never been a drunkard, and he had never drank in order to flee from his past.
Until now, that was.
The sight of the boy with pale green hair at the patisserie had sparked a new wave of pained memories of his deceased wife. In the days of sunlight and warmth, laughter, waves of Rapunzel-like locks that fell through his hands like softest silk, and the once-joked about desire to cut it all off in a pique of frustration.
He had almost forgotten that morning, in the halcyon days before his curse sank it's claws into his beloved's breast.
Darcia had left the cafe in an undignified hurry, and wandered aimlessly until his feet had lead him to the unmistakable neon sign of a bar. After some hesitation and deliberation, he swept his way inside and sat at the counter. For the first time since he had arrived, there were some labels that were actually perfectly legible to his eyes, if grammatically strange.
He ordered a glass of one of the better vodkas, and then after trying it, requested the bottle be left with him. He then proceeded to begin to work his way through it.
((OOC: Darcia's tired of being haunted by Faize, so he's in the process of getting as drunk as he can to forget about it. I have no idea if this is a good or not, but hey, maybe your character will be entertained :P))