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rockandrollvampire) wrote2019-06-10 06:50 pm
rockandrollvampire) wrote2019-06-10 06:50 pm
Drinking with Strangers
There are so many places one could visit in the Nexus that choosing can be a daunting ask for any newcomer.
Unless you're an immortal with a drinkingproblem habit. Then the choice is easy.
The Nexus is the textbook definition of 'choice overload' and any normal human would struggle with how decisively Toby is able to locate and settle in at the nearest bar whenever he steps through his portal. Being a vampire can be useful, and this is one of the few times that Toby will admit to that fact.
Alcohol, lots of alcohol, is very necessary for him at all times right now. Sobriety is the enemy of a heartbroken man and today is a day when it seems to dog him despite his best efforts, hence coming to the Nexus to rid himself of it.
The bar itself is nondescript, nothing special by any stretch of anyone's imagination. It has exactly enough space for the bar counter with a dozen seats and two small tables in front of that. Posters of bands and pictures of movie stars not from Toby's version of Earth plaster the walls, but that doesn't really matter to the vampire. So long as the gnome behind the counter keeps pouring something akin to whiskey into a glass for him, he'll make do.
"Barkeep, another. Please." Toby sighs heavily as he leans his elbows on the bar. He balances his empty rocks glass on the bottom edge as he waits impatiently for the tiny woman to finish up her conversation with another patron and pour his drink. This is the most sober he's been in months and he really needs that to stop now. The thoughts that come with a lack of alcohol in his system suck.
Unless you're an immortal with a drinking
The Nexus is the textbook definition of 'choice overload' and any normal human would struggle with how decisively Toby is able to locate and settle in at the nearest bar whenever he steps through his portal. Being a vampire can be useful, and this is one of the few times that Toby will admit to that fact.
Alcohol, lots of alcohol, is very necessary for him at all times right now. Sobriety is the enemy of a heartbroken man and today is a day when it seems to dog him despite his best efforts, hence coming to the Nexus to rid himself of it.
The bar itself is nondescript, nothing special by any stretch of anyone's imagination. It has exactly enough space for the bar counter with a dozen seats and two small tables in front of that. Posters of bands and pictures of movie stars not from Toby's version of Earth plaster the walls, but that doesn't really matter to the vampire. So long as the gnome behind the counter keeps pouring something akin to whiskey into a glass for him, he'll make do.
"Barkeep, another. Please." Toby sighs heavily as he leans his elbows on the bar. He balances his empty rocks glass on the bottom edge as he waits impatiently for the tiny woman to finish up her conversation with another patron and pour his drink. This is the most sober he's been in months and he really needs that to stop now. The thoughts that come with a lack of alcohol in his system suck.