WHO: Dr Perry Cox, [Open] WHERE: the bar Cox works at; wherever! WHEN: Thursday, June 30; early a.m., while this is occurring WHAT: The Rantmaster had to be quiet. For ten whole days. Very shortly, that silence will no longer be in effect. RATING: TBD STATUS: thread; in-progress
Silence. No voices, no written word and Doctor Perry Cox without a way to tell the world how much it often disappointed, save familiar hand gestures, but the middle finger didn't really pack the punch that a well-honed verbal assassination delivered. Because of this silence, he'd spent tonight as he had every night of silence – completely drunk. It was the only reason he worked in this particular bar, after all, the ability to drink it up on the job. Usually, he didn't drink enough to impair, but there were nights – usually his nights off – that found him at the level of 'passed out under the table drunk' for most of the night.
This silence was unappealing for several reason. The primary reason was that he could not rant at anyone. Not one single person, without needing drawings, and that truly cramped his style. All other reasons hinged on that factor, including the fact he was full to bursting of things the world just needed to hear and no one could listen, except himself. Not that he didn't love hearing himself talk, but what was the fun if no one else could?
By the end of the evening, however, he had backed off the liquor as usual, as he still needed to go home under his own steam and take care of his son, and so as the time to close the bar crept closer, he was sobering up.