Here, too, the lights are offensively and drowning. Athos would give anything to return to the quiet, dank, miserable bars he frequents where a man could drink three to four bottles of wine in peace, only to wake up when the owner threw a bucket of icy water over your head. "Here? An unfortunate span of time. I believe it all began to drain away from me between the screaming and the unfortunately large stuffed creatures," Athos says with disdain, eyeing the pitcher with a raised brow.
He orders a bottle of wine to go with the ale, thinking that the one drink alone will not be enough. "And yourself? You seemed lucky enough to have only stumbled across that hell."
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Date: 2014-11-06 01:37 am (UTC)He orders a bottle of wine to go with the ale, thinking that the one drink alone will not be enough. "And yourself? You seemed lucky enough to have only stumbled across that hell."