Who: Brenna & Open What: Being fed up with lying in bed all day When: Afternoonish Where: Bad Things Status: Unfinished
She hated that she needed the support of the furniture. Brenna shuffled along the empty bar, never straying to far from anything that could lend her support. It did not stop her though. She was of Nordic blood. If her mind was set, she would make her feet do it. That had always been how it was. Currently, her mind was set on alcohol. She did not care that it would not help her state. She was dying. Even the presence of the gods would not change that. Frigga had bestowed them with the knowledge of futuristic languages but she had not improved her condition. Death was still upon her. If she could not die fighting, she would at least die drinking.