He didn't know where he was. He didn't particularly care.
"This popping me about shit is getting old." he muttered, walking into the bar with his head down and hands shoved in his pockets.
He didn't want to hunt. He didn't want to run. He didn't want to fight.
"Just give me something that'll knock me on my ass alright?"
The barkeep nodded, underage and covered in more scars than skin, picking up a bottle and passing it down. Oooh. Rotgut that didn't even bubble.
"Thanks."
First he'd drink, and if he didn't pass out, hopefully he'd get fucked. Before the world fucked him over too much to even enjoy that anymore.
"This popping me about shit is getting old." he muttered, walking into the bar with his head down and hands shoved in his pockets.
He didn't want to hunt. He didn't want to run. He didn't want to fight.
"Just give me something that'll knock me on my ass alright?"
The barkeep nodded, underage and covered in more scars than skin, picking up a bottle and passing it down. Oooh. Rotgut that didn't even bubble.
"Thanks."
First he'd drink, and if he didn't pass out, hopefully he'd get fucked. Before the world fucked him over too much to even enjoy that anymore.