Board Thread:Role Plays (Adult)/@comment-24684131-20140718113129

It was with vague interest that Liath stared through the glass that sat on the bar in front of him, the yellow-gold liquid inside twisting the various bottles of other liquids into peculier shapes that his slightly inebriated brain found amusing.

The bar itself was quite empty, a few of the regulars that sat in the booths lining the walls, huddled in private conversation. There was only new person in the dive that the boy - who was still wearing his armor and weapons, as per usual - had noticed when he strolled through the door almost an hour earlier; sitting by herself, a pale girl with long hair and a curious scar on her throat.

Liath had debated trying to talk to her shortly after but decided against it, he was here for his own self pity, he didn't need anyone more than himself. After giving her a sidelong glance, he had ordered his first drink and began his slow decent into oblivion, then his second, and now, his third. He wasn't a fast drinker, no, a quick decent into blissful ignorance wasn't what he wanted. More often than not, balancing on the knife edge of tipsyness helped him think.

Shaking himself out of the trance, he straightened up and took a swig of the mercifully cold liquid. His claw rasped slightly on the wooden countertop as he scratched it in thought, scowling down at the slight groove he had began to carve. 