- Joined
- Jan 6, 2017
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Letiak sat on the cold, hard curb on the side of the busy pathway, the heavy rain pouring down from the heavens above. Every drop was again in his mind; every drop was a drop closer to him drowning in his own thoughts.
In his hand he held a metal bottle, marked with some Basic that he wasn't bothering to read - he was too tired to undertake such an arduous task… He let his arms droop and his head hang. All across the galaxy, battles were raging between galactic superpowers and he felt powerless to do anything, so he fell back to what he knew best: Booze.
In the bar that he had perched himself outside of there were screams of laughter, the groans of either those who've seemingly drunk too much or an alien, and the slow and steady chime of the speaker system, adding a much needed ambiance to his dreary life.
Well, how much worse can it be inside than outside?
With that thought in mind, he painfully rose to his feet, his back aching from slouching on the side of the street for so long, and groggily made his way into the bar.
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Death Disabled, Open to anyone, just gonna have a drink and chat to finish off the TL