Post by alcazar on Jun 2, 2011 13:06:59 GMT -5
When drowning ones sorrows they normally did it in less then three empty bottles of tequila. Alcazar was working on her fourth and clearly there was no signs of stopping her. Tossing back the glass, she reached across the bar and poured herself some more finally starting to feel the buzz. Missing the glass slightly she sloshed it on her hand she smiled before realizing that it had spilled on her hand and that Balthazar wasn't there to make a crappy comment about how it seemed like she had had too much to drink.
Her face melted and she flicked the tequila from her hand before using a napkin to wipe it from her skin. She could have used the coat, the blessed coat of her brother's but decided against it. A sign of disrespect actually to Balthazar's memory using his coat like some kind of washcloth. Downing the tequila she went to pour another glass before the bartender stopped her.
“That's enough.”
“I paid for it.” Alcazar slurred. It came out more along the lines of 'I murred four izzzz'. When the Bartender wrenched the glass from her Alcazar sighed and stumbled to her feet the expensive knee high boots hitting the floor as she sauntered away. As a bartender herself, Alcazar knew the term self control when it came to drinking. But at the moment she chronically wanted to forget. She wanted to forget how her brother had been stabbed in the back by the one brother he had trusted. How Castiel, now God, had been the one to betray them both.
A hand braced herself against the wall as she watched the game of pool in the back. She allowed her dark hair to fall over her shoulder as she watched the billiard balls clank into each other imagining them as her life with the Winchesters and her siblings. Castiel was the cue ball. He hit every other ball there and made them fall into the holes he wanted save for her the last ball, the eight ball (which he'd probably get sooner or later being the last ball in play that was bound to happen), and then even her ark couldn't save her. Did he even know yet that Balthazar didn't have the ark of the covenant. How much did he know about her still being alive? What had Balthazar admitted. Balthazar had admitted to her nothing was mentioned about her to Castiel but still. Now, all bets were off. Castiel had blown up Raphael. She'd hate to become angel jam for some cannibals.
Scratching her scalp, Alcazar looked up to see a person eying her. “What?” She asked after blinking. Normally she was right there able to sense people approaching, and hide if she didn't want to talk with them but this time she was probably a bit more then buzz drunk, so she was slower than usual.
Her face melted and she flicked the tequila from her hand before using a napkin to wipe it from her skin. She could have used the coat, the blessed coat of her brother's but decided against it. A sign of disrespect actually to Balthazar's memory using his coat like some kind of washcloth. Downing the tequila she went to pour another glass before the bartender stopped her.
“That's enough.”
“I paid for it.” Alcazar slurred. It came out more along the lines of 'I murred four izzzz'. When the Bartender wrenched the glass from her Alcazar sighed and stumbled to her feet the expensive knee high boots hitting the floor as she sauntered away. As a bartender herself, Alcazar knew the term self control when it came to drinking. But at the moment she chronically wanted to forget. She wanted to forget how her brother had been stabbed in the back by the one brother he had trusted. How Castiel, now God, had been the one to betray them both.
A hand braced herself against the wall as she watched the game of pool in the back. She allowed her dark hair to fall over her shoulder as she watched the billiard balls clank into each other imagining them as her life with the Winchesters and her siblings. Castiel was the cue ball. He hit every other ball there and made them fall into the holes he wanted save for her the last ball, the eight ball (which he'd probably get sooner or later being the last ball in play that was bound to happen), and then even her ark couldn't save her. Did he even know yet that Balthazar didn't have the ark of the covenant. How much did he know about her still being alive? What had Balthazar admitted. Balthazar had admitted to her nothing was mentioned about her to Castiel but still. Now, all bets were off. Castiel had blown up Raphael. She'd hate to become angel jam for some cannibals.
Scratching her scalp, Alcazar looked up to see a person eying her. “What?” She asked after blinking. Normally she was right there able to sense people approaching, and hide if she didn't want to talk with them but this time she was probably a bit more then buzz drunk, so she was slower than usual.