The familiar warmth of alcohol buzzed through my head, dulling the pain of my most recent ‘adventure’ in heroism.
Heroism. Dashing Heroics. Oh, I was such a brave and noble hero, letting those children die at the hands of a corrupt monster before I could take action. Hero, my ass. I hugged my bottle of wine to my chest and felt its cool surface between my breasts. Ah, if nothing else, the locals knew how to keep their wine cool. I pulled it away and drank the last pull regretfully. No more? So soon? I peered into the bottle and sighed forlornly.
I ordered more, and before the barmaid could arrive, I felt sleep’s hold on me. Without a single bother, I closed my eyes. This was the point of the three empty bottles on the table, after all. Read the rest of this entry »
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