Long Nights and Stiff Drinks(Alexandros)

[Varus Shatterstar]

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"Where is my mind...?"

The lyrics were being whispered by a man sitting at a table alone, cheek turned to the table top as his lips sputtered the words and his eyes gently drew to a close. "Where is myyyyyy mind...?", he whispered again as the song played flawlessly in his head, though he was missing queues and his voice was a bit dry for the singing he was doing. He'd been sober just five hours ago, but again, like so many nights before that one, the young blonde with the baby blues who was sporting a beard just a bit too long was pouring his heart out to whoever in the immediate area might have been listening.

No one was listening...

He'd been a legend once upon a time, known to many as the brute of the Jedi. The executioner's weapon of choice. The crimson handed monk who preferred a strong whiskey drink to meditation. He was a jack of few trades those days, and apart from a lifetime of knowledge in regards to the force, he was just a has been looking for a good time with a pretty face whenever he could find one. Assuming he could find one that could stand to see him red eyed and unkempt at practically all hours of the night. As long as the sun wasn't gleaming high in the sky, though, there was one of two things in his hand. A beer bottle or a glass tumbler.

It was a tumbler tonight, and he'd lost count of how many glasses he'd had while clinging to the wooden table he'd cast himself upon like a shipwreck survivor hogging all the room on an omware. The only difference between him and most others, though, was that if someone else's life was on the line he'd MOVE HIS FAT ASS OVER. Ahem... Anyway, his drinking had slowed, bit by bit as his thoughts did wander to days long past when he was young and full of himself, and for good reason. He'd been one of the best once upon a time, after all. One of the brightest. One of the strongest.

By far the bravest...

My how things change...



[member="Alexandros"]

 

[Alexandros]

Alexandros was on his third piss of the night, meaning he pretty pissed by now to match that, and once he was drunk Alexandros was a loud, a found a group interested people had gathered in order to listen to him yell about him escaping from the castle.

"AND THEN THE WOOKIE RIPPED HIS ARM OFF! BUT EVEN BETTER YET HE ATE IT! THE WHOLE KARKING ARM!"

He kept on yelling about his exploits until he spotted a man looking very melancholy over in one of the booths. Very awkwardly Alexandros broke from the the group and ordered two large mugs of beer, he headed over to the booth and slid in across from the man and slide a beer over.

"Tell me friend! What is your story!" He tried to talk normally but he was too intoxicated and ended up being louder than he should have been.

[member="Varus Shatterstar"]

 

[Varus Shatterstar]

Without much warning a rather loud and abrupt creature appeared of considerable height and build. When he did Varus felt the table vibrating beneath his cheek as the base of a metal beer mug slid across the table towards him. The metal scraping against the wood made a rather unpleasant screech, and before he knew it he was fully awake again, though he didn't move right away. "Mmmmhhh?", he groaned as his eyes split open to reveal the vibrant, deep blue orbs he's always possessed, ears perking as he thought about the deep voice he'd just heard.

Slowly he raised his tired head up from the table to reveal a rather unkempt head of hair and scraggly beard belonging to a man who didn't look like he'd been getting things right lately. "My story...", he whispered his response as he glance down at the beer, assuming it was for him, but not much caring either. So, with no hesitation at all, he reached out and clasped the arched metal handle of the mug so that he could lift it and take a sip.

He gulped two mouth fulls of the stuff down before he realized that it was beer of a darker variety, which he was more than okay with. When his mouth was empty again, however, he reached up and drug his sleeve across his mouth and dropped it into his lap. "It's a little too long to tell, I'm afraid. It is ripe with intrigue, adventure and far more mistakes than I'd care to admit, however.", he promised, thought it was certainly not an agreement to expound upon said story either.

[member="Alexandros"]