Post by Caelie Ariane on Aug 16, 2017 9:02:26 GMT -5
 | ❛sigh Life doesn't discriminate Between the sinners and the saints It takes and it takes and it takes And we keep living anyway We rise and we fall and we break And we make our mistakes And if there's a reason I'm still alive |
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Things really took a turn for the worse, hadn't it? No, not because Ren had died, but rather it was due to... well, just look at her, standing besides a counter, pouring into her stainless steel bottle the contents of one medium-sized whiskey flask.
It was a sad direction that her life here had took, to say the least. A lot of things annoyed her, and some even went as far as to really piss her off. Like that fat bitch whose dictionary must have consisted of more than 70% expletives. The way she so haughtily exited from their trial room was extremely disgusting, and Caelie didn't take well to being talked down to. Especially by someone as gross as her. God, why the hell was that ogre even in here? To die? Well, that wouldn't be... the worst thing, now would it?
Sighing, Caelie rested the flask down on the counter-top. She told herself not to, but... god damn. Grabbing her bottle, she took a swig and let herself drowned in pleasing, intoxicating fire.
Just slightly though. Only a little. The days where she lacked the tolerance for such drinks were long since gone, and with them, the chance for cheap, drunken nights. But that wasn't a problem now, was it? Not here, at least, unless some asshole takes all of the drinks for themselves. Or worse still, throw them all away.
Please, please don't let that happen.
[attr="class","box3"]It was a sad direction that her life here had took, to say the least. A lot of things annoyed her, and some even went as far as to really piss her off. Like that fat bitch whose dictionary must have consisted of more than 70% expletives. The way she so haughtily exited from their trial room was extremely disgusting, and Caelie didn't take well to being talked down to. Especially by someone as gross as her. God, why the hell was that ogre even in here? To die? Well, that wouldn't be... the worst thing, now would it?
Sighing, Caelie rested the flask down on the counter-top. She told herself not to, but... god damn. Grabbing her bottle, she took a swig and let herself drowned in pleasing, intoxicating fire.
Just slightly though. Only a little. The days where she lacked the tolerance for such drinks were long since gone, and with them, the chance for cheap, drunken nights. But that wasn't a problem now, was it? Not here, at least, unless some asshole takes all of the drinks for themselves. Or worse still, throw them all away.
Please, please don't let that happen.
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