ooc: dream
There was a window in front of the desk she was sitting at. Through the window she saw space and all the stars, and if she looked closely enough, she could see a constellation, maybe. She wasn’t sure, but no longer did space have the same appeal as it once did when she was younger. With that, she was distracted by a half empty bottle of whiskey.
She poured herself some of the whiskey into a stout glass, filling it until it was half filled. She put down the bottle of whiskey, staring at it. “How many drinks will it take this time?” She asked herself, a dry sarcastic like humor in her voice. “And I promised-”She then noticed a face in a glass, a rather familiar one.
The face had glasses, and the man’s hair was in a very long ponytail. “Yes, I promised I wouldn’t get drunk tonight, but you know I’m not very good at keeping my word.” The face on the glass turned away, vanishing from the glass. “Well, that wasn’t much of a fight, even for you.” She took another sip of the glass, letting the liquor go down her throat.
She once again set the glass down, and this time another man’s face appeared on the glass. Half his face was covered by a veil of hair, showing a silver eye and kind face. “Not you, too.” She sighed, her fingertips playing with the glass’s rim. “That face of your always got me going, and I always wondered if you knew that.” She paused, a little frown forming on her face. “I wonder if I ever kick started your drinking habit, but you of all people have the right to-” And yet again the face disappeared from the glass. “I must be pretty drunk, mustn’t I?” She closed her eyes, picking up the glass yet again to drink.
She set it back down once again, and this time a scowling face, the glasses not hiding the clear anger towards her actions. “If you say I’m unfit, I will gladly agree with you.” She was more humorous in her tone, but there was an underlying sadness. “I am clearly not drunk enough to see you happy, and thus I am going to drink more.” And she did, a few sips even before she put the glass back down, sans the face she once saw.
The glass was now almost empty, but a much younger face appeared on it. “Even you are condemning me Set-“ But before she could finish her sentence, another face appeared. He was much happier, and wearing an eyepatch over one of his eyes. She swallowed deeply, her chest tightening.
Her hand was shaky. “Ah, well, it must be pretty bad if I am seeing you, right?” She could look at the glass any longer, too many emotions were emerging. “I, is it my fault?” She muttered.
“No, it isn’t.” She felt a hand on her shoulder, and almost instantly her body eased up. “Won’t you have a drink with me?” She closed her eyes, nodding. Her glass was almost empty, and no longer did it have any faces on it.
“Yes I will, cheers.”