Even though he saw the tears, Wodan purposefully ignored them he could both see and feel the emotion flowing off the Tiefling, the last thing Altair needed was Wodan probing further into his psyche. “I think he would have if I gave him the chance.” He replied back with a smile as he took a long gulp of his drink. Wodan’s eyebrows raised slightly as the Tiefling grabbed a bottle of the whiskey, not only was the stuff expensive but it was sure to get them both rat-arsed.
As Altair threw back his second glass in quick succession, Wodan could see what was happening. The Tiefling didn’t seem to be in the state, at least mentally, to try and deal with whatever was going on, again a little pang of guilt swelled up in the Firrerrian. So instead he was looking to bury whatever was going on behind a wall of alcohol and dopamine. If he had his wish Wodan would like to sit down with the man with a simple bottle of whiskey between the two and try and help him hash out as much of what was going on inside his head as possible.
Wodan frowned as he necked his own second glass, the warm burning sensation of the alcohol gliding down the back of his throat. He was concerned for his brother and everything that was eating away at him, but Altair wasn’t the one to change his mind easily. So he would go along with this little distraction, but before they both left Eriadu he would grab the Tiefling, Wodan just couldn’t let the man walk off into the galaxy without some support.
A third and a fourth glass quickly disappeared down his throat, the warm sensation moving down into his stomach and quickly throughout his body. Firrerrian alcohol was built to get through his immune system and he was quickly past the point of merry and on the way to full blown drunk.
Drane’s approach was confusing as hell. “Altair, did you split in two?” He asked, holding onto the balcony for support. A moment or two later Altair burst into song, his rather sloshed voice attracting all kinds of looks from the surrounding patrons. Three words in and Wodan recognised the song, a cheesy grin appeared on his face and by word six the Firrerrian was full volume belting it out alongside his friend. Unlike the Tiefling there was no natural skill or beauty in his voice, it was more a shout than a song coming from Wodan as they began to spin around themselves. Wodan held the bottle out in his hand as they spun, passing back and forth between him the Tiefling and the Non-Tiefling Tiefling dude each time they circled each other.
As the song and the spinning came to an end, Wodan collapsed towards the balcony. His inebriated state combined with the spinning motion caused pretty much all of his leg functions to work, smacking his chest into the balcony as he fell forwards. The bottle of whiskey was half thrown from the balcony as he fell, disappearing into the night. “Bye bye Whiskey.”
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As Altair threw back his second glass in quick succession, Wodan could see what was happening. The Tiefling didn’t seem to be in the state, at least mentally, to try and deal with whatever was going on, again a little pang of guilt swelled up in the Firrerrian. So instead he was looking to bury whatever was going on behind a wall of alcohol and dopamine. If he had his wish Wodan would like to sit down with the man with a simple bottle of whiskey between the two and try and help him hash out as much of what was going on inside his head as possible.
Wodan frowned as he necked his own second glass, the warm burning sensation of the alcohol gliding down the back of his throat. He was concerned for his brother and everything that was eating away at him, but Altair wasn’t the one to change his mind easily. So he would go along with this little distraction, but before they both left Eriadu he would grab the Tiefling, Wodan just couldn’t let the man walk off into the galaxy without some support.
A third and a fourth glass quickly disappeared down his throat, the warm sensation moving down into his stomach and quickly throughout his body. Firrerrian alcohol was built to get through his immune system and he was quickly past the point of merry and on the way to full blown drunk.
Drane’s approach was confusing as hell. “Altair, did you split in two?” He asked, holding onto the balcony for support. A moment or two later Altair burst into song, his rather sloshed voice attracting all kinds of looks from the surrounding patrons. Three words in and Wodan recognised the song, a cheesy grin appeared on his face and by word six the Firrerrian was full volume belting it out alongside his friend. Unlike the Tiefling there was no natural skill or beauty in his voice, it was more a shout than a song coming from Wodan as they began to spin around themselves. Wodan held the bottle out in his hand as they spun, passing back and forth between him the Tiefling and the Non-Tiefling Tiefling dude each time they circled each other.
As the song and the spinning came to an end, Wodan collapsed towards the balcony. His inebriated state combined with the spinning motion caused pretty much all of his leg functions to work, smacking his chest into the balcony as he fell forwards. The bottle of whiskey was half thrown from the balcony as he fell, disappearing into the night. “Bye bye Whiskey.”
@Sreeya @Die Shize