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savevoid2012-05-26 12:17 am
partnerinheels) wrote in savevoid2012-05-26 12:17 am
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CHARACTERS: Sheva (partnerinheels) and OPEN
DATE: May 26 (day 46)
RATING: R for probably all sorts of things. Please put up trigger warnings in individual threads if need be.
SUMMARY: Unchecked drinking in the bar since Varic's gone. Considering the shit that just went down, booze sounds like an excellent medication. Feel free to action or prose, start new threads within this one, or tag Sheva.
With the supply of her own hoarded alcohol (save the wine Kevin had given her) gone, Sheva had been forced to find another source, which meant coming to the makeshift bar in the storage container. Surprisingly, the place was locked and dark when she arrived there, which made her hesitate, but it didn't stop her.
Anyone who shows up will notice the lock had simply been blown off and kicked in using a precious shotgun round or two.
The trespasser herself sat cross legged on the makeshift bar, a bottle of vodka cradled between her legs and a distant expression playing across her features. There's a glass sitting in front of her as well, but it looks unused and dry.
partnerinheels) and OPENDATE: May 26 (day 46)
RATING: R for probably all sorts of things. Please put up trigger warnings in individual threads if need be.
SUMMARY: Unchecked drinking in the bar since Varic's gone. Considering the shit that just went down, booze sounds like an excellent medication. Feel free to action or prose, start new threads within this one, or tag Sheva.
With the supply of her own hoarded alcohol (save the wine Kevin had given her) gone, Sheva had been forced to find another source, which meant coming to the makeshift bar in the storage container. Surprisingly, the place was locked and dark when she arrived there, which made her hesitate, but it didn't stop her.
Anyone who shows up will notice the lock had simply been blown off and kicked in using a precious shotgun round or two.
The trespasser herself sat cross legged on the makeshift bar, a bottle of vodka cradled between her legs and a distant expression playing across her features. There's a glass sitting in front of her as well, but it looks unused and dry.
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She was expecting Varric but found Sheva instead.
Eying the other woman a moment, she walked past her and rummaged around behind the bar, finally finding some rum. Walking back around the bar, she silently took a seat on one of the stools down a foot or so from Sheva. She took a page from the other's book, drinking straight from the bottle.
"It's easier to get booze without a bartender to get around," she finally remarked, eyes fixed on the rum.
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The noise of someone approaching didn't alert her as soon as it usually did, instead bringing her attention, and thus her hand to her gun, to the woman only moments before she entered the bar. Her usually alert eyes took in the stranger, lingering long enough to determine that she didn't seem enough of a threat to merit a cease drinking. Instead, Sheva kept a wary eye on the other woman, and even slacked her left hand, moving it away from her handgun.
Sheva considered the deeper meaning of the woman's words, mind wandering to think of all that have come and gone from this place. Some just slipped away, while others seemed to disappear in a brutal display only to come back again. Absently, she took another swig from the bottle. "He's probably gone." Her usual optimism had left her for the night it seemed.
There's a long pause, then she turns her gaze intently on Minene. "Did you fight?" It's not accusatory, not entirely at least, more a curiosity made more intense by the drink.
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The question, though, had more weight, and she kept her eyes on the bottle, running her fingers gingerly up and down its edges. It seemed like an odd question (why wouldn't one fight?), but at the same time she had a feeling she understood others' motives in wanting to know whether she would or not. Who here would turn on their companions to live?
Though her drinking companion seemed less interested in finding traitors and more interested in, well, having a drinking buddy.
"Not the first round," she says finally. "Just the second one."
She took a long drink, then. The alcohol was a lot more interesting than this story.
"She'd already killed me once. I tried to return the favor.
What about you?"
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"Turned out I was correct." This fact seemed to sadden her more than anger the woman. Had she not used tokens in exchange for a brief trip home and an almost immediate surprise return trip here, she might have been angrier, more upset. Instead, she sounded tired, maybe even slightly defeated. "Trust and unification are probably impossible now."
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Minene was used to ruthless and cutthroat nature. She wasn't opposed to making deals with those she knew might easily betray her, if it seemed worth it. But not everyone was the same. Banding together in such an environment was near impossible.
"It would take some kind of miracle to pull this motley crew together now, as if it didn't already. It's probably better to form an alliance with someone you trust, take it from there."