[PP-F26-PT] Alcohol is the solution

[Mari 1]

"Sometimes, I think...yeh...they....grow - but - seeing them die, then come back just ruins that immersion."

She yawned.

How many drinks had she had? Mari counted on her finger - trying to figure out how many shots were in the bottle she had downed a good 70% of. She had at least 4 shots of whiskey at the bar in the span of about 15 minutes, then she continued to drink out here. It was nice. It was relaxing. There weren't any strange concoctions to be made, she wasn't following a plague doctor. Her curiosity wasn't spiraling her down some kind of morally questionable hole. Freyd wasn't judging her, it was just...relaxing. A nice reprieve from it all. "You're...a good friend."  Mari said after a long silence. Had her eyes been closed? She wasn't sure.

They felt heavy. Her entire body did.

"What do you think the problem ish?" Mari asked, slowly opening her eyes again. "Society? The blurred lines of...of..." She scrunched her brows, trying to think of the word in her addled state. "The difference between...you know..." she lifted a hand to draw a line in the air.  "That line...is ...there."

"The enemy of my enemy."

"Ish my friend. A good friend..." Mari said quietly. She closed her eyes again, listening to Raidou say he tore a guy in half. Mari couldn't imagine it. Raidou? doing something like that? It didn't make much sense. Then again, very little in this world did. 

 

[Raidou 1]

The girl would slip forward and just slide off his shoulder. All that alcohol having finally kicked in fully. The guy struggles to keep his own balance, finding the added alcohol and her now dead weight to be a little difficult to muster. A hand to his brow, he rubs it for a second. "You are so much heavier when you go all limp noodle on me. Which isn't that often but it happens more then one would expect it to." Fishing the snake out so it doesn't get smashed, the man offers it to his collar to which it takes to nibbling on his earlobe in a slightly uncomfortable way. Lifting her up, Raidou eyeballs the ladder in a bout of confusion with blurry eyes, trying to figure out exactly how the hell this was going to work. Leaving her up on the roof was asking for trouble, and dropping her floppy style while trying to use it seemed even worse. "Fuck me." The man murmurs in a defeated tone, looking over the side with one missing shoe. Kicking off the other one  so at least his footing would be stable. It clatters into a can as it falls off the roof, making a cat yowl and rush down the road. "I hope this mitigation does enough." It was easily a two or three story drop, which was hard to tell from this angle.

He'd cradle her tight like a koala would do to a child, and vault off the side. Slamming onto his bare feet, his hit points take a nose dive as a roaring sense of numbness rips up his legs. His right collapses as he grits his teeth. "You're lucky I'm a tank or I might have died." He'd look down at her in agony before walking through the streets. The man would get all sorts of strange looks, and there were a number of times he was sure he was going to get chased out of town. Thankfully some of the residents recognized him, and a few nods made him blend in a bit better then he should. Sliding into a decent tavern to avoid the lecher from prior, he'd greet the guy at the bar he'd met a few times. "A room Donnie." The keeper looks at him carrying an orange marker'd broad completely comatose, him missing both shoes with a living earring wiggling down from his left earlobe. "Don't ask..." Raidou remarks with a quick shot in irritation. "The room Donnie, my feet are killing me." The man produces a small silver key, and the guy tilts awkwardly trying to get the key off the counter before the bartender helps him by putting it into his teeth.

"Thampf you."

Wandering past the players at round tables, who do their best to shield there eyes looking away from the damn hobo abducting a woman. Finally up to the room, she's helped into a modest bed. "Sorry but your staying in all that, I have no interest in discovering if you use a privacy filter and getting punched later." The clap of a metal bucket near the side of the bed, one that he'd picked up from a mop that he poured out in the hallway. "Just in case."

When she'd wake up, Mari would find a handful of bottled water, that she'd been booked for the next week. And 5 more bottles of Green Chartreuse with a tiny folded sign propped in front of it:

Some Hair of the Dog, Try not to drink it all in one sitting this time.

~ Raidou

 

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Thread Closure:
Mari | [Word Count: 7257/5 = 1451.4] * [True Tier: 10] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1.05] = 15240 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 2286 col, 1*Mon
Raidou | [Word Count: 7257/5 = 1451.4] * [True Tier: 16] * [Group Factor: 1]* [Final Exp Modifier: 1.1] = 25545 EXP, Laurel Wreath: 3831 col, 1*Mon