noli timere messorem (defyuntildeath) wrote in theunboundic, @ 2018-02-15 12:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! time: december 31 - january 6, xavier brigant |
Well the drinkin' won't stop
WhoRahne and Xavier
What: drinkin' and conversatin'
When: Friday evening January fifth
Where: The Bounty
Rating: TBD but language probably
Status: In progress
After checking in with her new boss and her coworkers--if they called be called that, motley crew they were--Rahne had dropped her bags off in her room at the Inn, changed out of her uniform and made for the pub. Casual pants with rugged boots that had some dried stains of questionable nature, a sturdy short-sleeved man's tunic she usually wore under her uniform that left her torc tattoo and scar on her chest open for the world to see meant she didn't make the friendliest looking picture. But that was fine with her. This was the first time she had left Castyll since the War and this time wasn't as voluntary as the last, she had to leave her home city to possibly protect Clovennians of all things. It was so hilarious she needed a drink, really. The Gods were laughing at her, this is what she got for skipping admission for. For. A bit. Yeah. Just a spell.
Sabine seemed alright though. No nonsense, which she expected from a Marshall. Rahne wasn't here to play games and neither was she, and she appreciated that.
So she had purchased an entire bottle of cheap but strong whiskey along with a glass, the kind that would get the rust off of nails should the need arise for it, sat herself down at a table where she faced the door and popped the cork. It wasn't a bad little place, all things considering. Old. Had character, her brother would say. Window was recently replaced, she noticed, with the eyes of someone who did that sort of thing for a living, for a spell. It was a drinking glass, not a shot glass, but when she filled it up she tossed the whole thing back at once, refilled it, and sipped at that one this time. When her sister called her a lush or an alcoholic she was always quick to correct that there was a firm dividing line between her and them; she used a glass, it was a small but very meaningful difference. Thank you very much.