Post by Smith Ardor Knight on Aug 6, 2015 19:49:37 GMT -5
"Hm. . ." The gruff looking Ex-vigilante looked out over the waves. He came out for a a drink and a swim only to arrive and discover he had had enough water for the day. He nodded, finding the small cooler of assorted liquor good company. Liquor was rather calming to Smith. Many would look at the larger individual getting drunk on a stump and think he was out for trouble. But he found it more stabilizing, causing him to be less aggressive but more willing to talk. Something he'd have to do every now and then. It was his tranquilizer. And it seemed he wanted some damn tranquility at the moment.
He tilted his head back, listening to the wind hitting the tops of jungle palms as he gauged when he should return. After all, to get to the beach he had to decide against going into the basement, where everyone else would be put after a loss like his own. Smith had caused trouble earlier, and now he was getting away from it. This would give him more than a good day's detention, probably a week if they were really pissed about his absence.
He liked the spot he had picked out. It was quiet. The wind and the sea mist gave an odd mix of warmth and chill. But nonetheless he enjoyed it as it was with a bottle of vermouth. He didn't even know why he had vermouth. Didn't even have a good taste to it. But he wasn't looking to question his alcohol at the moment. He was looking to drink it.
He set his glass down, wincing a little as his shirt grazed his burnt back. He was alone. there was no point in keeping it on. So he began to take it off, letting the burns feel the ocean mist. "Ahhh. . ." he sighed in relief, "could be worse." He reminded himself with a small chuckle, thinking back to the moment of his drowning. It seemed almost funny at this point. He picked up his glass gladly throwing it back.
He tilted his head back, listening to the wind hitting the tops of jungle palms as he gauged when he should return. After all, to get to the beach he had to decide against going into the basement, where everyone else would be put after a loss like his own. Smith had caused trouble earlier, and now he was getting away from it. This would give him more than a good day's detention, probably a week if they were really pissed about his absence.
He liked the spot he had picked out. It was quiet. The wind and the sea mist gave an odd mix of warmth and chill. But nonetheless he enjoyed it as it was with a bottle of vermouth. He didn't even know why he had vermouth. Didn't even have a good taste to it. But he wasn't looking to question his alcohol at the moment. He was looking to drink it.
He set his glass down, wincing a little as his shirt grazed his burnt back. He was alone. there was no point in keeping it on. So he began to take it off, letting the burns feel the ocean mist. "Ahhh. . ." he sighed in relief, "could be worse." He reminded himself with a small chuckle, thinking back to the moment of his drowning. It seemed almost funny at this point. He picked up his glass gladly throwing it back.