ZeroOrgan
SWRP Writer
- Joined
- Dec 16, 2015
- Messages
- 167
- Reaction score
- 50
It was roughly one in the morning, and Rails had been more drunk than she'd ever been. She'd been drinking all night, from the first hour, right down to the last, and the worst part was she couldn't stop. Drinking was like a bad habit she couldn't break. And now she reaped the rewards of that bad habit . She grabbed a whiskey from the bar, slapping down her credits with more force, as her drunken state loosened her sense of control, mentally and physically. The bartender shot her a gaze. "Last one, after this get the hell out of my bar." Rails growled with anxiety. She growled a wee bit, and meebled back to a corner table. Snatching the whiskey with a drunken hook. She stumbled to the back end of the Cantina, she nearly looked like she was flopping with weight as she had very little control, the occasional table and stranger arm catching her, followed by a curse or such. She made it to her corner table with probably the luckiest of movements over a small space. .. She started her drinking again, her appearance and drunken nature only getting worse..