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Post by Dorothea Prevedell on Feb 5, 2015 6:58:34 GMT -5
► Drinking to start things off.◄
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» It had been a long day for Dorothea. Several reports had come in that she helped Hilda and Jason with, on top of her investigation into the accusations of racism in the Mercantile district. On days it seemed overwhelming, the Right Hand slipped away to this little place. 'The Bloody Harpy' always seemed to help drown her woes.
It had been days, maybe even weeks since she had last been here. Things always seemed to stay the same around here though; same booze, same filthy floors. The only thing that seemed to change was the people.
"My usual, thank you." She motioned towards the bartender. The stool she sat on wobbled as she shifted her wait closer to the counter. Soon her hand was holding a cup filled with some liquid that she never questioned anymore. It burned like alcohol so she drank it like water.
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Post by Lance Ackerman on Feb 5, 2015 23:04:58 GMT -5
[attr="class","top"] But since I came here Felt the joy and the fear Finding myself making every possible mistake [attr="class","one"] [attr="class","tbody"] 204 Lance Ackerman bland post is bland | A drink sounded like a great way to end the day. Lance wasn't having a particularly bad day, if anything it was just plain boring. He spent most of it wandering about, procrastinating on traveling any farther. The mage had been making his way back to his old home. Though the closer he got to his destination, the slower he went. He could be there tonight if he tried. Lance was a bit scared as to how they might react to his sudden appearance. Hopefully they wouldn't end up having heart attacks.
Lance sat down at the bar and slipped off his hood.
“Anything strong.”
He couldn't think of anything in particular, and taste didn't matter. He just wanted it to burn on the way down. He glanced around the room, just to get a feel for his surroundings. There was no one he knew, of course. Though, the lady with the eye patch seemed interesting enough. His eyes lingered on her for a moment longer, before he put his attention on the cup in front of him. He picked it up without question and took a swig. It burned like fire as it went down, warming him up from the inside out. |
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Post by Dorothea Prevedell on Feb 8, 2015 6:18:25 GMT -5
► Nonchalant Star Wars Reference ◄
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» It would appear that Dorothea was going to have some company tonight after all when a young man slid into an adjacent barstool. "You look like you've had a long day." Dorothea stated to her new found companion for the evening. "Want to talk about it?" She asked him.
"I'm Dorothea by the way, Prevedell." She introduced herself, holding out her hand. "So what brings you to this hive of scum and villiany?" Her tone was lighthearted but even so the bartender and a couple of the other patrons that night gave her a suspicious eye. She didn't care, she had been coming here since that day and had been a regular customer for months now.
"Another drink barkeep." She commanded the man pouring the drinks. "And one for my friend here." Motioning towards Lance.
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Post by Lance Ackerman on Feb 9, 2015 9:47:24 GMT -5
[attr="class","top"] But since I came here Felt the joy and the fear Finding myself making every possible mistake [attr="class","one"] [attr="class","tbody"] 173 Lance Ackerman Cliche line is cliche | “Pretty much.” Lance said setting his cup down, and turning his attention to Dorothea. He shook his head and smirked. “I don't know, I wouldn't want to bore you.” Everything that had happened had been rather bland, surely not something she could find interesting. Or at least that's as much as he guessed. But, it was nice to be able to socialize, especially with someone attractive. So why not get a little flirty.
“Lance Ackerman.” He shook her hand, smiling. “I needed something to unwind, to say the least. How about you?” Alcohol had never failed him in that department, unless you count him getting a little too unwound. But there wasn't much wrong with that, and surely he wasn't going to end up in any strange positions. Especially now that he wasn't alone.
“I appreciate it.” Tonight was going better than he originally expected so far. Hopefully it would end on a high note. Lance turned to face Dorothea and leaned his head on his hand. “So do you come here often?” |
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Post by Dorothea Prevedell on Feb 15, 2015 19:38:56 GMT -5
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» Dorothea smiled when Lance accepted her drink. "I'm sure anything would be more exciting than what I've been through the past few days." She smirked. "But if was my choice."
"Lance Ackerman huh? Now why does that name sound familiar?" She mused aloud. Maybe it had been a report to have crossed her desk at some point. "I'm Dorothea by the way. Dorothea Prevedell." The barkeep knew who she was, and she expected Lance might have as well. If not, then she was not about to elaborate on what she did for a living unless pressed.
"Do I come here often?" Dorothea echoed the question, barely stifling a laugh. "I used to, but then work came up and I stopped. Seemed like a good enough time to start again." She said, tapping the counter. "How about you? Do you frequent establishments such as this?"
"Hold on, Ackerman." She repeated his family name again. "Are you of any relation to Robert and Lyanna Ackerman?" She asked, realizing were the name was familiar from. Her words slurred from whatever was in her cup.
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Post by Lance Ackerman on Feb 16, 2015 1:14:37 GMT -5
[attr="class","top"] But since I came here Felt the joy and the fear Finding myself making every possible mistake [attr="class","one"] [attr="class","tbody"] 298 Lance Ackerman I can feel it coming in the air tonight~ | “Well if you put it that way~.” Lance said with a laugh. He took a quick drink before nodding. It probably had something to do with her occupation. At least who would choose something that boring if it wasn't for a job?
He shrugged and glanced down at the bar. Attempting to think of a reason why his name could be familiar. He kept a low profile. Well he thought he did. His parent's weren't very social either. Either way it wasn't all that important.
Lance smiled at Dorothea, as well as giving her a quick nod. It was a bit of a struggle not to snicker at the woman for repeating herself. She'd obviously has had a bit too much to drink. So maybe the familiarity was just caused by the alcohol.
“I get that... What do you do, if you don't mind me asking?” The mage was a bit curious, I mean she wasn't the average tavern crawler by any means. Even if she was drinking like one.
“Well... Yeah actually. Maybe more than I should but, the atmosphere can be nice.”
That sounded odder out loud than it did in his head. Maybe it was the alcohol getting to his brain. Lance nudged his cup around idly, it was still about half full but he wasn't sure he wanted to dive back into it just yet.
“They're my folks. I was on my way back there to see them, actually. Do you know them?”
That was very unexpected. Lance figured his parents would be getting more reclusive in their old age, and he'd never heard of her before. At least not off the top of his head. Something felt a bit off; whether it was this woman's slurred speech or something else.
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Post by Dorothea Prevedell on Feb 24, 2015 20:00:55 GMT -5
► I swear to drunk I'm not god ◄
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» There it was, the inevitable question. "I'm surprised you didn't recognize me. I seem to be quite famous. I'm the-" Dorothea paused as she looked around cautiously. She then leaned closer towards Lance. "I'm the Right Hand of Humans. Second to Hilda Brandr herself." She whispered to the man she had just met.
Leaning back she tried and failed to suppress a series of giggles. "Shh." She shushed loudly. "Don't tell anyone though." The smile on her face broadened. "Whew, not like it matters, everyone here knows my name, and what I've done." Dorothea calmed down slightly, the alcohol obviously clouding her judgement. Nevertheless, she took another swig of the swill in her cup.
"Your folks huh?" Why had she asked about his folks again? "Robert and Lyanna Ackerman, right?" She tried to focus on what she had been meaning to bring up. "Uh... um..." She muttered. The realization dawned on her. Unfortunately she didn't sober up immediately. "They're dead." She stated, probably a little to loudly.
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Post by Lance Ackerman on Feb 24, 2015 22:25:56 GMT -5
[attr="class","top"] And I'm just getting started, let me offend The devil's got nothing on me my friend [attr="class","one"] [attr="class","tbody"] 274 Lance Ackerman 0-100 real quick. |
Lance's eyes widened and his expression went from surprised to embarrassed in a matter of seconds. Well that was familiar enough, he needed to pay more attention to the world around him.
“Oh.” He responded quietly with a smile. There was something undeniably amusing about happy drunks. Not that he was calling her a drunk, it was just her current state of being. He laughed and finished off his drink. “Ofcourse~.” This had to be one of the best nights he'd had in a while, just because of one interaction. Hopefully this was a good sign for whatever lay ahead.
“Yep. They're pretty old by now.” Lance leaned against the bar, moving his empty cup around idly. Talking about them made him feel more nostalgic. Thank goodness he was heading home soon. “I didn't expect them to be known outside of-” There was a split second where he wasn't sure how to react. Do you laugh it off? Who in their right mind would joke about that though? Did he take it seriously? Was he really going to believe someone who had a few too many?
“What?” His tone was low, quiet, and he looked at her as if what she said was completely profane. “That's not funny.”
Lance scoffed and glanced over at the barkeep and motioned for another drink. Any amusement he had was replaced with annoyance. He wasn't necessarily angry,yet, but that comment sure put him in a sour mood. There was also a pang of anxiety in his chest. What if she wasn't just messing with him?
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Post by Dorothea Prevedell on Feb 28, 2015 1:26:13 GMT -5
► Mood killed like Dorothea's fiance ◄
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» Dorothea watched as the expression on Lance's face changed. First he was smiling like anyone would be in good company, then it switched to a form of shock then straight to something akin to anger during his outburst. Finally is settled between some odd mixture of confusion and sorrow.
"No, it's not funny. A while back I was still serving as Guard-Captain of Andor when a report came in." Dorothea said, her mind still felt full of fuzz but she wasn't drunk anymore. There was something sobering about explaining a parent's death to someone, even more so if it was both parents. "The report detailed the death of an older couple here in the city, the Ackermans. Well, detailed isn't the right word, it didn't talk about how exactly they died or anything but I assume it was just age catching up to them."
Letting out a long sigh, Dorothea continued. "If you go to the current guard captain you should be able to retrieve their will." She explained. "Though I'm sure they would have left most everything to you."
Soon another realization dawned on Dorothea. "I killed whatever we had going on by bringing this up didn't I?" She sighed, there were good prospects tonight, but now, the mood was killed.
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Post by Lance Ackerman on Feb 28, 2015 21:10:49 GMT -5
[attr="class","top"] And I'm just getting started, let me offend The devil's got nothing on me my friend [attr="class","one"] [attr="class","tbody"] 280 Lance Ackerman emotionally wrecked laughter is he best kind of laughter |
Lance downed his new drink in one gulp in an attempt to hinder the pained feeling in his chest. He squeezed his eyes shut as he slammed the cup back down onto the bar. If anything it just made him nauseous as well.
A while back? The letters from them did stop a while ago, but he figured it was because of all the traveling. Never would he guess that would be the reason. He suddenly felt guilty for not looking into it more.
“So they're just, gone...”
His voice was shaky, quiet. He didn't want the details, not yet at least. Lance was having a hard enough time comprehending them being dead. His entire family was gone. Poof. Just like that. And he was informed of it late, in a tavern, while he was on his way to see them. He chuckled under his breath, at least he didn't have to worry about an awkward reunion anymore. Why was that so funny all of a sudden?
“...Ofcourse”
Lance figured he would just go, see the old place, grab one or two things and leave. Running away from it wouldn't solve anything, but he wasn't going to stick around any longer than he had to. He couldn't. It was all too much for him to handle.
Lance opened his eyes, turned back to Dorothea and just stared. His eyes stung, he could feel the tears well up and spill over. But instead of just breaking down and sobbing, he started laughing. Hard. It all seemed so horribly ridiculous and unreal; like a nightmare. He must've looked like a crazy person, laughing through choked sobs.
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Post by Dorothea Prevedell on Mar 8, 2015 0:43:39 GMT -5
► Time for drunk walking to bed◄
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» It was rather, unexpected, what Lance began doing. Dorothea was surprised at his laughter. Sure she was drunk, but him laughing at the death of his parents was shocking whether or not she were sober. "Lance are you alright?" She inquired. Sobs in between the throes of laughter clued her in.
Turning back to the barkeep she spoke. "I need one of your rooms for the night." She ordered. "Send the bill to the Representative's Estate care of Right Hand Prevedell." The barkeep handed her a key labeled "3".
Turning back to Lance, Dorothea rose off of her stool. "Lance, come with me. Can you walk right now?" She asked as she made her way too him, stumbling halfway from her bar stool to his, three feet away. "I'm going to take you to bed now Lance, a good night's rest will help you through this." She stood by Lance's side and placed her arm around his shoulder. She intended to lead him to the room she got him.
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Post by Lance Ackerman on Mar 8, 2015 7:41:25 GMT -5
[attr="class","top"] And I'm just getting started, let me offend The devil's got nothing on me my friend [attr="class","one"] [attr="class","tbody"] 232 Lance Ackerman That could be taken two different ways.
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“Am I alright?” Lance wiped his face with his sleeve, even though the tears were still flowing. “My entire family is gone, what do you think?!” He said sarcastically. He was a mess of emotions, emotions he didn't quite know how to handle. The laughing had turned to just plain sobbing at this point. He placed a hand over his mouth in an attempt to muffle any more sound. Focusing more on not bringing more attention to them, than what she was talking to the barkeep about.
He wiped his eyes again and blinked at Dorothea. “I think so.” Lance slipped off the bar stool. Sure he was a bit more shaky on his feet then expected, but Dorothea looked as though she might stumble again and fall flat on her face. She's obviously drunker than he had thought. At least with her arm around him, he could catch her easily if she went down. Or at least try to. He put his arm around her back for added support.
It was a kind gesture, so as random as it seemed Lance didn't question it. Besides, she already got the room. He couldn't really protest now. Though he wasn't sure he could rest. Not like this. He didn't want to be alone either. The thought crossed his mind as to whether or not he should ask her to stay with him.
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Post by Dorothea Prevedell on Mar 21, 2015 3:55:06 GMT -5
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» The walking process was slow, not helped by the fact that both Lance and Dorothea were inebriated. By the time they made it to the door marked "3" Dorothea was panting. She forced the key into the hole and unlocked the door. "Alright Lance, let's get you into the bed. All you need is a good night's rest." Her words slurring into one another.
Without realizing it, Dorothea kicked the door shut as she and Lance shambled into the bare room. If she were more sober she would have worried about the rumors that would spread about the Right Hand going into a private room with a strange man. But in all likelihood she wasn't going to remember this night when she woke up the next morning.
Dorothea helped Lance nearly all the way to the bed before the alcohol and exhaustion hit her and she went down. "The floor is coming up." She said nonchalantly as her face rushed to meet the wooden planks that made up the floor. If Lance was worried about her at all his woes would be put to rest as soon as the sleeping woman let out a very unfeminine snore.
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Post by Lance Ackerman on Mar 21, 2015 6:13:53 GMT -5
[attr="class","top"] Listen closely, closely to the floor Emitting all its graces through the pores [attr="class","one"] [attr="class","tbody"] 277 Lance Ackerman hypnagogia for emotional B.S. To end it all. |
Lance could only imagine how ridiculous the two of them looked. Moving slow and swaying as they made their way to the room Dorothea rented. Her slurred words barely made any sense to the mage. His head was fuzzy from crying and alcohol, everything sounded more distorted. He nodded anyways, and followed her along.
Lance made a failed attempt to catch Dorothea as she went down. It wasn't even much of an attempt at all. It was more or less a half hearted and delayed reaction. His body was starting to give into exhaustion, he was too drained to even think of fighting it. Even if that meant stopping his companion from hitting the ground.
“Oh, goodness...!”
He let out a bit of a gasp, but his fears were quickly dismissed when she snored. At least now he didn't have to ask her whether or not she was going to stay. He glanced down at her one more time before stumbling the last few steps to the bed.
With a sigh, Lance threw himself onto it. He didn't care to take of his boots or anything. It didn't really matter. He simply wrapped his arms around a pillow, buried his face in it, and curled up.Rest seemed so far away. He squeezed his eyes shut as the tears started to flow again. He missed them so much, so so much.
As exhaustion finally caught up with him, he could of sworn he heard a familiar voice, calm and loving, calling out to him before everything went black. A few seconds later he was snoring peacefully into a pillow. Dreaming of a reunion that would never happen.
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