Post by Protégé on Nov 1, 2010 21:14:00 GMT -5
It had been a long day for Protégé. He had been hunting around Drakborough, partly hunting for new place of residence, but also hunting for work. He knew eventually he couldn't just keep bumming around, and moving to Drakborough seemed like a nice place for a fresh start. Plus, he knew it was on fire about half as often as the school was, which was another bonus. It seemed like a good place to try to begin a new life, now that he was pretty certain he was no longer on the school's good side.
Unfortunately, the search today was pretty inconclusive. Trying to find a place to live without any evidence of stable work was hard, and most workplaces seemed down a bit. At this point, he'd almost have to be content as a street performer to make money. Granted, what he could perform he had no clue, but it was an idea at least. Fortunately, despite his lack of work, his old military wages were still there as financial support. And after a hard day of working to find a new place to live and work, he felt he deserved to spend it at the old bar.
Spending money at the bar happened to be one of his best skills, fortunately. He had only been there a short time, but he was already feeling great. The explanation was not hard to find, a small pyramid of glasses of drinks gone by. He had been drinking everything; whiskey sours, Tom Collins, Old Fashioneds, and every other drink that came to mind. He generally prided himself on his tolerance, but even he would admit that he had surpassed what it could handle. There was a pleasant buzzing in his head, and everyone seemed like his friend.
Unfortunately, Protégé was friendless at the moment. He had been a bit too enthusiastic as he came in and started dumping drinks down his throat, and people had given him a wide berth. Anyone who came in drinking that fast was always a risk to be around. It was to be expected, really. While his buzzing mind was fine with it, drinking with friends was always better. But ah well, should no human friends appear, there was always more beer.
(OOC: First post for Chloe XD)
Unfortunately, the search today was pretty inconclusive. Trying to find a place to live without any evidence of stable work was hard, and most workplaces seemed down a bit. At this point, he'd almost have to be content as a street performer to make money. Granted, what he could perform he had no clue, but it was an idea at least. Fortunately, despite his lack of work, his old military wages were still there as financial support. And after a hard day of working to find a new place to live and work, he felt he deserved to spend it at the old bar.
Spending money at the bar happened to be one of his best skills, fortunately. He had only been there a short time, but he was already feeling great. The explanation was not hard to find, a small pyramid of glasses of drinks gone by. He had been drinking everything; whiskey sours, Tom Collins, Old Fashioneds, and every other drink that came to mind. He generally prided himself on his tolerance, but even he would admit that he had surpassed what it could handle. There was a pleasant buzzing in his head, and everyone seemed like his friend.
Unfortunately, Protégé was friendless at the moment. He had been a bit too enthusiastic as he came in and started dumping drinks down his throat, and people had given him a wide berth. Anyone who came in drinking that fast was always a risk to be around. It was to be expected, really. While his buzzing mind was fine with it, drinking with friends was always better. But ah well, should no human friends appear, there was always more beer.
(OOC: First post for Chloe XD)