A Bottle of Your Worst!(Open)

[Bronze Degan]

What to drink... What TO drink... Now that was the question! Fuck to be or not to be, that one was more the obvious(To be of course, there was no one in their right mind that would choose the other option!), but what to drink? Man was the difficult at times! There where rums and whiskeys, wines and bourbons, gins and vodkas and oh so much more! How was a new born alcoholic ever going to decide(No not a newborn babe!)! In fact as the General sat at the bar mulling over his multitude of choices which was a rather daunting prospect at the best of times (These where not the best of times) he found that no matter how much he focused, and no matter how often he tried to make a choice... He just couldn't! It should have been easy, it should have been a walk in the park... Hell there wasn't even any lives on the line(Other then his of course.). Yet, he couldn't make the commitment. What if the wine was too sweet, or the beer to bitter? What if the whiskey was to strong, or maybe (heavens forbid) to weak? Bronze continued to tell him self that no choice was in fact a wrong choice... But that nagging feeling in the back of his head said otherwise.

It told him that his life would fall deeper into the gutter no matter what he decided or didn't decide... So why rush it? Why plunge him self prematurely into the abyss that he knew... He knew he couldn't get out of. With a sigh he took his eyes off the self behind the bar and looked down at him self and his now raged and disheveled uniform... What was once a splendid and rather handsome suit was now stained with gods know what... Its fabric starting to actually discolor. He brought a hand up to his jaw, feeling the two days growth of beard on what was normally a rather handsome and clean shaven face... He must have looked like a train wreck... And oddly he couldn't bring him self to care. That of course made him wonder how he had gotten here, in this next to no name bar being served drinks by a man in a shirt that might have never seen a brush or a wash. Had fallen so far? Had he let him self fall so far? If he was honest with him self the only answer could be yes... But it had been nearly a year since he had been honest in that way.

With a sigh he glanced around the bar, his eyes scanning over the few other people who haunted the dive at three in the afternoon, he watched as the slowly creeping sunlight filtered in through the windows and illuminated the filthy floors and tables. How long had he been there? How long had he avoided the outside world with its outside problems? Two days? Three? How long had it been since he had stepped outside these dilapidated walls and walked among the truly living? He honestly didn't know... And what was scary at least to his mind was that he didn't... No couldn't bring him self to care. It wasn't as if anyone in the outside world cared. It wasn't as if he had anyone waiting for him.He cringed at the thought and shut away the pain it brought with a shrug of his head and turned his eyes back toward the barkeep that was still polishing the same dirty glass he had been for the past to days. "Gimme a bottle of your worst. I want it to hurt on the way down." Maybe that would help smother the other pains he felt... Maybe he could get lost once again in a haze that made all his problems seems so small. And... At least a bottle wouldn't run away from him... At least a bottle could help him with his problems.

[Guest]

"BRRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNZZZZZZZZZ-ZZZEEEEEEEE DEEEEEEGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNN!" A voice boomed through a door thrown open.

"MA'AM, YOU CAN'T BRING A WEAPON IN HERE!"

"THIS IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOU KNOW, SIR! WE ARE IN SEARCH OF THE MAN KNOWN AS THE DEGAN!"

"I UNDERSTAND BUT YOU AND YOUR LANCE WON'T FIT IN!"

"OUR MISSION IS LORD-SENT, SIRS! NOW MOVE BEFORE WE IMPALE THEE UPON THE LANCE OF JUSTICE!"

"...okay." The man moved aside, feeling rather intimidated. After all, what chance did he have against an honor-bound and driven knight? Seemed like a death wish. His eyes were still large and terrified, slowly stirring with wonder on why he was even IN Gele still. It was probably the most fucking insane country ever... probably... likely..

Amadi stormed through the bar, which was something she wasn't too familiar with and marched up to the man. She knew him, but likely he didn't know her... or if he did, he probably didn't recognize her under her pounds of armor. She slid into the seat next to him (Making it creak loudly) and pulled off her helmet, her golden locks fell into place. Naturally a few people looked at her, probably more shocked that the bartender nearly peed himself.

"General Degan, we have yet to meet." Her whole face lit up and she beamed excitedly. She paused, realizing he was not in the best of moods. "We hope we have not intruded. Perhaps we shall have a drink with you?" Her head turned to the bartender. "We wish to have a pint of ale." The bartender nodded slowly and grabbed the drab drink and poured her some. She grinned wryly at Bronze.

[Bronze Degan]

"BRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNZZZZZZZZZ-ZZZEEEEEEEE DEEEEEEGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNN!"

He heard his name screamed from across the bar but he pretended he hadn't. He was in no mood to deal with people, much less people whi felt like they needed to wake the dead with their voice. With yet another sigh, which might as well have become his trade mark sound, he took another painful drink. Hoping the pain would drown out the rest of the world, or at least the after effects of said pain.

"MA'AM, YOU CAN'T BRING A WEAPON IN HERE!"

"THIS IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN YOU KNOW, SIR! WE ARE IN SEARCH OF THE MAN KNOWN AS THE DEGAN!"

"I UNDERSTAND BUT YOU AND YOUR LANCE WON'T FIT IN!"

"OUR MISSION IS LORD-SENT, SIRS! NOW MOVE BEFORE WE IMPALE THEE UPON THE LANCE OF JUSTICE!"

"...Okay." He could hear the squeak of floorboards as something heavy approached him. It must have been the woman with the giant voice, and it seemed she was giant her self as well. Other wise why would the building nearly shake at her very approach? With a shake of his head and kept his attention fixed on the drink in his hands, wishing and hoping that this one would just pass him up. He didn't want to have to deal with giants at the moment. He had heard that slaying them was a rather dangerous business.

With a loud CREAK the giant took a seat beside him but he didn't look up. For one he had no want to look into the merciless eyes of a giant, nor did he wish to look upon its disgusting visage. Plus, if he ignored it maybe... Just maybe it would go away and leave him to his drinking. "General Degan, we have yet to meet." He grumbled some at that and nursed his drink a new. It seemed he would not be so lucky as to have her leave him be. "We hope we have not intruded. Perhaps we shall have a drink with you?" He could hear the creature move beside him, the creaking of the chair under it sounding torturous. "We wish to have a pint of ale." Great it was staying. He tunred his head to speak. "No look here i don- YOU'RE NOT A GIANT!" In fact she was the farthest thing from it... If you excluded the armor she wore. "YOU'RE JUST A GIRL!" Who the hell was this!

[Guest]

"No look here i don- YOU'RE NOT A GIANT! YOU'RE JUST A GIRL!" Amadi was a bit taken aback. Just-a-WHAT?! She had been demoted?! The general was demoting her?! THAT WOULD NOT BE. Amadi twitched her lips some into a frown of disapproval. "This one is of no gender. This one is, if JUST of anything, it is a knight for the king." She chugged back her ale with such grace of a soldier, before looking at him pointedly. He wasn't what she'd heard of or what she'd expected. This man was not it. He looked so simple.. in fact he looked nothing like the famed General of Gelemorte and Amadi was very unimpressed.

She set her ale down and leaned in. Her hazel orbs dove deep into his eyes for a moment as she inspected him. "Hmmph." She finally muttered and straightened up. "You are not yourself, are you?" She spoke in a quiet voice. Her blonde hair followed each movement of her body. Either he would snap at her or something else, but Amadi didn't care. She disliked when people were so lost and she wanted to help as she could. This man couldn't do anything in his position but drown in his rivers of sorrow and booze. A shame, he had a light about him, but it seemed to be fading. Eyes stared at Amadi, because people were not used to seeing the knight without her helmet. Whether she looked like a feminine man or a woman was different from person to people.

[Jay Furor]

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