Post by Strike on Jun 18, 2010 14:06:43 GMT -5
There are some days that a good stiff drink is called for, and others not so much. Today seemed as perfect as any other for the bottle. Or can. But bottle was much more preferable. Simply because it worked through immortal blood much quicker than beer. It seemed to take a 48 pack to get an immortal drunk whereas a good bottle of vodka did the trick a quarter of the time. So there he sat in Liquid Silver, a large bottle of some sort of liquor in his hand, continuously being pressed to his lips for long gulps.
The club had thinned out over the years. Ever since the fall of their world, the vamps took it over. But once they were taken over, there really was no one specific to control the building. It was pretty much whoever, whenever, however. Now it stood empty, save a scurrying rat or wild animal that managed its way in. Birds were slowly migrating in, using the ceiling as perches and nesting spots. When he arrived, the sun was beginning to set and the activity of the wild creatures was high as they scrambled to their homes. Things had been quiet for some time, indicated to him that he had been here for at least a couple hours.
Strike sat slumped on a stool facing the bar, staring into broken bottles across from him and warped metal where it was obvious fights had broken out to. Already his world was fuzzy around the edges and ever moving. Even sitting still, everything around him moved from side to side, up and down, around and around. A hand raked through his loose silver hair and dropped back to his side, allowing the locks to fall back over his eyes and angle downward. Groggily, his feet shifted, planting on the metal bar on below the stool. Slowly he began to spin the stool’s seat over and over, holding the bottle of liquor close to his chest. His other hand picked up a random object on the bar in his spinning pass, a shot glass. As he continued to spin he threw the object outward, allowing the glass to smash on the wall.
Suddenly he ceased his spinning and stared at the spot where it hit. Carefully, he pulled himself from the stool. He had been doing perfect until his feet touched the ground and began to step forward. In that first step he tripped over seemingly nothing, but managed to catch himself. Drunkenly, he made his way to the spot and eyed the shards of glass. “Oops.”He stated out loud.
The club had thinned out over the years. Ever since the fall of their world, the vamps took it over. But once they were taken over, there really was no one specific to control the building. It was pretty much whoever, whenever, however. Now it stood empty, save a scurrying rat or wild animal that managed its way in. Birds were slowly migrating in, using the ceiling as perches and nesting spots. When he arrived, the sun was beginning to set and the activity of the wild creatures was high as they scrambled to their homes. Things had been quiet for some time, indicated to him that he had been here for at least a couple hours.
Strike sat slumped on a stool facing the bar, staring into broken bottles across from him and warped metal where it was obvious fights had broken out to. Already his world was fuzzy around the edges and ever moving. Even sitting still, everything around him moved from side to side, up and down, around and around. A hand raked through his loose silver hair and dropped back to his side, allowing the locks to fall back over his eyes and angle downward. Groggily, his feet shifted, planting on the metal bar on below the stool. Slowly he began to spin the stool’s seat over and over, holding the bottle of liquor close to his chest. His other hand picked up a random object on the bar in his spinning pass, a shot glass. As he continued to spin he threw the object outward, allowing the glass to smash on the wall.
Suddenly he ceased his spinning and stared at the spot where it hit. Carefully, he pulled himself from the stool. He had been doing perfect until his feet touched the ground and began to step forward. In that first step he tripped over seemingly nothing, but managed to catch himself. Drunkenly, he made his way to the spot and eyed the shards of glass. “Oops.”He stated out loud.