if you hold me tight, we'll freeze together

[abyssalflame]

Who: Sidurgu Orl (abyssalflame) and others [open/closed]
What: October things
When: 10/1 - 10/15
Where: Wherever he needs to be?!
Warning(s): Sid is a grump and has many edges.


1)

[Perhaps you're just slow on your quarry, or perhaps you've let them go for one reason or another. Perhaps you're mid-conversation, about to get some pertinent information from them.

But Sid has been tracking this particular associate, none too patiently, and wastes no time driving an enormous blade through their midsection from behind once he feels they're no longer paying attention. A body drops to the ground and off his weapon, which glows under the flow of blood which he makes no effort to clean off. There's the faint sound of a steady dripping on the ground.

He's quiet for a moment, eying the corpse, then casting a glance at whoever happens to have borne witness to his attack.]

If you have a problem, say it. Otherwise, consider it a favor.

[Either he's a terrible kill stealer, or he just slaughtered someone you were planning to interrogate. Either way, he doesn't seem to care what the reaction is, steely-eyed and holding himself tensely.]

2)

[Wildcard! Please feel free to throw a scenario off the top of your head, or ping me at quko to plot!]

Comments

[abyssalflame]

Mayhap that would be because our bartender and the vast majority of the patrons are Hyur.

[They're like two children who really, really enjoy bullying each other over all others. If only he were given coin for every time he was tasked with babysitting...]

If you want to play with more than a shot glass, then knock yourself out, but I take no responsibility for what happens when you get lost in your cups. And need I remind you, if you pick the mystery glass, you still have to drink all of it.

[Whatever this "mystery glass" is must be pretty strong stuff, possibly not even of Sid's choosing. More than likely, he just asked for the strongest alcohol in the house, straight-up, with a pinch of tabasco or some such for added misery.]

[sadustic]

[ Sadu gives a scornful snort at Magnai's comment, but doesn't push him further. Instead, she not-so-subtly takes up the lion's share of elbow room on the bar, symbolically pushing the much larger Oronir off to the side out of the limelight where he belongs with the rest of the peasants.

While Sid chatters on about patrons and rules, Sadu takes it upon herself to lead the charge - he'll get as far as "mystery glass blah blah blah" before she grabs the closest glass and downs it.

Vodka!

........well, it's not bad. New, but not bad. ]

Is that all? [ Giving Sid an elbow in the side, mocking as usual. ] 'Tis plain you are not of the Steppe.

[magnaificent]

[A pointed look at Sadu attempting to take up more room than her diminutive body would allow is all Magnai offers to her childish revenge.

Once Sadu has finished her shot, Magnai looks on to the choices before him. With an appraising once-over, he chooses his own, downing it with similar furosity as Sadu displayed.

Rum! With a bit of cinnamon in it. Flavors unfamiliar to him, but certainly not ones he'd consider bad. Unusual, is a better term.]

If you think some mere alcohol is enough to bring the Sun down, then you are mistaken. Such pitiful excuses for liquor would barely sooth a crying babe.

[Another pointed look at Sadu. The gaze is enough to emphasize his slight.]

[abyssalflame]

[They talk like it's his liquor, honestly. All he did was find a bar with ale worth half a damn. Sid narrows his eyes and swats at Sadu's sharp elbow, making a disgruntled noise.]

Frankly, my bets are hedged on the lady here being the first casualty of the night. Say what you will of your fortitude, but time will tell.

[If not either of them, though, then definitely Sid himself -- he needs it at this point. The next shot is a strong whiskey, but not the one he'd been dreading, at least. It's got a bit of a smoky flavor to it. But as the shots start to dwindle, he begins to wonder if perhaps one of them already took it and simply didn't recognize it for what it was.]

If it's that disagreeable to your sensibilities, I'll be sure to ask that the next round is more suited to your tastes.

[sadustic]

[ The "lady" in question gives Sid a sly look, but doesn't comment otherwise. One cup of authentic buuz would probably knock him flat on his ass no matter how tough he talks.

With that particular thought in mind, Sadu is swift to snatch up her next shot practically the moment Sid sets down his, downing it with just as much gusto as her first.

Whatever it is, she's just made a GRAVE MISTAKE because it doesn't start burning like hellsfire until about halfway down her throat. Cue Sadu attempting to maintain her composure while simultaneously stifling a reflexive coughing fit.
spoilers she got everclear ]