Drinking to Forget [Open]
Jan 11, 2009 19:19:29 GMT -5
Post by solegamer117 on Jan 11, 2009 19:19:29 GMT -5
Well, this place may have been overly hot, too sunny, barbaric and full of people who looked at me like I had no right to be there, but they made some incredibly good liqour. I knocked back my first drink. It was good.
Some of the people in the pub...a bar they called it here...loked at me as if I had no reason to be drinking at this time of day. To hell with them, they have their own problems, smoking, fighting, sending their kids to fight to the death...
I felt like drinking. Today was the day. One year ago, my village was burned to the ground, the people I knew killed...it wasn't pretty...I could still hear people screaming in my head. I gestured for another drink from the bartender.
Maybe if I drank enough, the screaming would stop.
Some of the people in the pub...a bar they called it here...loked at me as if I had no reason to be drinking at this time of day. To hell with them, they have their own problems, smoking, fighting, sending their kids to fight to the death...
I felt like drinking. Today was the day. One year ago, my village was burned to the ground, the people I knew killed...it wasn't pretty...I could still hear people screaming in my head. I gestured for another drink from the bartender.
Maybe if I drank enough, the screaming would stop.
