Drinking for Days [Open]

[Eleanor Lily Hawke]

The city of Axios seemed to be a nice place. It had order, it had fun, and it was much better than living off in the wilderness. Still, a few months back Ellie would never have stepped into the city. Too many memories, most of them painful. The scars on her back itched mentally just from her thinking about it.

Now however, she was too depressed to even care.  She was sitting at the bar of one of the more well known places, having drinks whereas she never really drank before. But her shoulders were drooped with the weight of her bitterness and she wanted nothing more than to just wallow away in her sorrows and perhaps drown them in alcohol. So she grabbed her glass firmly and tilted the liquid into her mouth, filling her orifice with the bitter taste and stinging her throat with the burn of alcohol as it was swallowed. A grimace crept onto her face as she let out a slow exhale, relishing the warm burn it left, as well as the molten feeling of it within her stomach, the sensation spreading through her veins and diffusing the heat into a feeling that left her sighing in contentment.  She glanced around her, the night was quieter than usual, although there was music pumping through the speakers, with people dancing around on the dance floor. It just felt like this place was more crowded on other days.

Not that Ellie minded, however. She preferred it like this, not too crowded yet not to empty. She didn't really listen to the music or look to talking to anyone, instead just hunching over the counter and grasping her drink, taking another deep swallow, a soft groan escaping her right after. She planned on drinking until she passed out tonight, and it was definitely going to be a long night.


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My Hair: Mid-back long red hair.
My Eyes: Blue-Green
What I'm wearing: A white shirt over a pair of jeans, with boots underneath. A black, slightly oversized hoodie with the hood down. Lucas' dogtag sits under my shirt.
What I'm feeling: Depressed
Who I'm talking to: No One.
Where I'm Hurt: No where.
What I have: A crumpled up picture, A 9 mm handgun, A knife.

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    Kat grinned as she tucked the money away, waving cheekily at one of her favorite clients. Tonight was definitely a good night, and she was going out to celebrate it. Kat smiled as she made her way to a local club for a drink and a hot meal. She was an awful cook and she had a much better chance at getting
something healthy to eat if she ate out. Kat knew it was a lot more expensive, but after a long day of work sometimes it was all she could do to make it home, much less make an entire meal.

    Kat made her way to the bar, not noticing or caring that there was anybody else there. She wasn't in the mood to socialize just yet. She needed a few shots before she could focus on other people. Kat downed the first shot of tequila with a satisfied grin before ordering an immediate second and third. She then glanced to the side as she heard a groan. "Your drink's just that good, huh?" she asked with a teasing smirk.

    "Not that I blame you," she added with a playful raise of her own shot, as if to toast the other girl, before knocking it back with practiced ease.

[Eleanor Lily Hawke]

She glanced at her side when a woman, who had walked over to the bar and taken some shots, commented something about her drink. Ellie only managed a shrug in response as the woman added another statement, toasting her in the process. Ellie only looked sideways at the woman, inspecting her, taking in her facial features as well as trying to discern what kind of a person she was and what her intentions were. Finding nothing that would raise a red flag, Ellie simply sighed as she said, "Sorry. Not really in the mood for toasting and enjoying."

Ellie looked down at her glass, which was two-thirds of the way empty. She couldn't see her reflection in the drink, but she had seen how she looked while on her way here, in the reflection cast upon a dark window. Her hair was slightly lank and clumpy, her eyes circled by a dark region, face pale and eyes hollow. In all ways, she looked like a person haunted by events in her past, or atleast, someone who hadn't slept for a long time. And it was true, she hadn't slept. Every time she closed her eyes she'd be plagued by her sister's screams and the faces of all those infected...

She shuddered, closing her eyes and lowering her head, before throwing it back to tilt the rest of the alcohol into her mouth. She let out another throaty sigh, putting the drink down and signalling the bartender to pour her another one. Not wanting to be rude, she glanced at the woman beside her, trying to think of what to say. Her lips parted as her breath paused, as if she was about to say something, but the words died in her throat as she closed her mouth again, her marine eyes shifting back to stare at her drink as the bartender handed her her glass, now newly refilled with some more liquid fire.


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My Hair: Mid-back long red hair.
My Eyes: Blue-Green
What I'm wearing: A white shirt over a pair of jeans, with boots underneath. A black, slightly oversized hoodie with the hood down. Lucas' dogtag sits under my shirt.
What I'm feeling: Depressed
Who I'm talking to: Katarina.
Where I'm Hurt: No where.
What I have: A crumpled up picture, A 9 mm handgun, A knife.