Post by Surreal on Jan 31, 2009 14:02:18 GMT -5
Necromancers are heavy drinkers. Some people might call them alcoholics. Necromancers deserve it. The chill of the grave is constantly on them, the smell of decay always itching their nostrils. Alcohol burns so furiously it feels like stepping right into the heart of a fire. And it smells like burning.
"Surreal, you probably shouldn't drink any more."
Surreal squinted at the face in front of her. A-Alex? N-n-nnnnnnno. Mmmmmm. Mikey? Mikey Wikey bo Bikey? Jilly fo Filly? She started giggling furiously and had to catch her breath before she made her speech to reprimand Jon.
"I'll tell you when you've had enough! I mean, I'll tell me when you've had enough. I'm. Ummmm...just getting started."
Oh, it was such a lovely warm in here. Surreal rubbed one hand across her eyes. It was, of course, a bad idea, as now Surreal had a lovely black smudge running down from her brows and trailing down one cheek. Her lips were blue on the outside and a ghastly white on the inside where her lipstick had faded off. Her current glass of scotch had the loveliest blue rim on it. Her eyes were so zoned out they almost didn't look like cold onyx anymore.
"Surreal, you've had too much." Jon was more firm this time and Surreal gave him a messy glare.
"Look here YOU. Yes, YOU. I have a prettttty sword. Mmmmmmkay? Pretty sword. Let me have my scotchedy scoth, or I will run you through. With pretty."
Jon rolled his eyes at Surreal, hauled her up by her cloak with just the slightest shriek of protest from her, and took her to the door that led upstairs to the tavern's inn. He shoved her in the direction of her room and she stumbled against the wall.
Its not that she was particularly drunk. Well, she was. It's just that today she'd had an awful day complete with dead whispers and nightmares of Pirates. Surreal shuddered at the chill that overtook her. Rave squawked in her ear, but she ignored him. She lay down on the steps, shaking from the horrible cold. Jon was screaming obscenities, but she was just so cold. It wouldn't take long, she could just lay here and freeze and then someone would come kill her and she could stop being bothered by the dead and become one of them.
aproved
"Surreal, you probably shouldn't drink any more."
Surreal squinted at the face in front of her. A-Alex? N-n-nnnnnnno. Mmmmmm. Mikey? Mikey Wikey bo Bikey? Jilly fo Filly? She started giggling furiously and had to catch her breath before she made her speech to reprimand Jon.
"I'll tell you when you've had enough! I mean, I'll tell me when you've had enough. I'm. Ummmm...just getting started."
Oh, it was such a lovely warm in here. Surreal rubbed one hand across her eyes. It was, of course, a bad idea, as now Surreal had a lovely black smudge running down from her brows and trailing down one cheek. Her lips were blue on the outside and a ghastly white on the inside where her lipstick had faded off. Her current glass of scotch had the loveliest blue rim on it. Her eyes were so zoned out they almost didn't look like cold onyx anymore.
"Surreal, you've had too much." Jon was more firm this time and Surreal gave him a messy glare.
"Look here YOU. Yes, YOU. I have a prettttty sword. Mmmmmmkay? Pretty sword. Let me have my scotchedy scoth, or I will run you through. With pretty."
Jon rolled his eyes at Surreal, hauled her up by her cloak with just the slightest shriek of protest from her, and took her to the door that led upstairs to the tavern's inn. He shoved her in the direction of her room and she stumbled against the wall.
Its not that she was particularly drunk. Well, she was. It's just that today she'd had an awful day complete with dead whispers and nightmares of Pirates. Surreal shuddered at the chill that overtook her. Rave squawked in her ear, but she ignored him. She lay down on the steps, shaking from the horrible cold. Jon was screaming obscenities, but she was just so cold. It wouldn't take long, she could just lay here and freeze and then someone would come kill her and she could stop being bothered by the dead and become one of them.
aproved
