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30.Jan.13, 02:22 PM
More than likely the contents of the bottles would peel hide off a wher. B'run was okay with that. He was more than okay with that, he was hopeful that the liquids would burn away his guts and maybe then he'd quit doing embarrassing things or being put in situations with... Well, anyone. Anyone that might be slightly attractive or show the gruff bronzerider a kind smile. Maybe Olemuth was right and he was desperate for social interaction and companionship.
Or maybe he needed to get laid.
A weyrling wandered by, eyeballing the less-than-pretty man and B'run pulled his lips back to snarl at him. "What're you lookin' at? Git gone!" He drawled, raising a hand to shoo the boy off. He was slumped against a building, balancing himself on a stool and holding onto a bottle that might have contained wine at some point but now held the awful stuff Katila called alcohol. If you drank it fast enough you almost avoided the taste, which was somewhere between fruit and mud. If you were lucky you got one of the bottles that tasted like saltwater. B'run hadn't been lucky and had snagged two bottles of a greenish liquid that burned on the way down and packed a wallop.
He'd bathed recently, which was a bonus, though his face was covered in stubble and the smell of the 'alcohol' wasn't the best. The fact that he wasn't a known social butterfly helped keep people away, too. Or maybe that was the perpetual scowl on his face. Either way, he had a small ring of open space around him, though he saw other people happily drinking together not too far away. Close enough to hear the murmur of their conversation but not to understand the words. Some part of him said he should go over there and see if he could join them. Smile, maybe, offer to share his booze.
The other part of him said he was stupid and they'd hate him anyway and just so stay on his stool because he wasn't quite sure his legs would work well enough to get him all the way over there. Maybe they'd come over here. Ha! Yeah right. No one approached B'run the Bastard willingly. They stumbled across him or realized he was around when they were trying to get something done. At least he was sneaky when he wasn't grumbling a complaint.
He ran a hand over his hair and sighed, blinking his eyes open and taking another swig. He pulled a face as he swallowed and tried to get the taste of his tongue by scraping it over his teeth. Somehow that only made it worse and he cast about for the waterskin he knew was somewhere. He was going to have to piss like a racer by the time he was done with this. He swished the water around his mouth and spat it to the side, satisfied that the taste was as gone as it was going to be for the next few seconds before he downed another gulp.
His eyes wandered back to the group of happy, chattering people. He frowned at them and took another drink. Siffling and dragging a knuckle over his nose, he grumbled to himself. "Bah. Prolly move off so they wouldn't 'ave t'put up with me anyhow..." The bottle agreed. It told him so. He took another drink.
Or maybe he needed to get laid.
A weyrling wandered by, eyeballing the less-than-pretty man and B'run pulled his lips back to snarl at him. "What're you lookin' at? Git gone!" He drawled, raising a hand to shoo the boy off. He was slumped against a building, balancing himself on a stool and holding onto a bottle that might have contained wine at some point but now held the awful stuff Katila called alcohol. If you drank it fast enough you almost avoided the taste, which was somewhere between fruit and mud. If you were lucky you got one of the bottles that tasted like saltwater. B'run hadn't been lucky and had snagged two bottles of a greenish liquid that burned on the way down and packed a wallop.
He'd bathed recently, which was a bonus, though his face was covered in stubble and the smell of the 'alcohol' wasn't the best. The fact that he wasn't a known social butterfly helped keep people away, too. Or maybe that was the perpetual scowl on his face. Either way, he had a small ring of open space around him, though he saw other people happily drinking together not too far away. Close enough to hear the murmur of their conversation but not to understand the words. Some part of him said he should go over there and see if he could join them. Smile, maybe, offer to share his booze.
The other part of him said he was stupid and they'd hate him anyway and just so stay on his stool because he wasn't quite sure his legs would work well enough to get him all the way over there. Maybe they'd come over here. Ha! Yeah right. No one approached B'run the Bastard willingly. They stumbled across him or realized he was around when they were trying to get something done. At least he was sneaky when he wasn't grumbling a complaint.
He ran a hand over his hair and sighed, blinking his eyes open and taking another swig. He pulled a face as he swallowed and tried to get the taste of his tongue by scraping it over his teeth. Somehow that only made it worse and he cast about for the waterskin he knew was somewhere. He was going to have to piss like a racer by the time he was done with this. He swished the water around his mouth and spat it to the side, satisfied that the taste was as gone as it was going to be for the next few seconds before he downed another gulp.
His eyes wandered back to the group of happy, chattering people. He frowned at them and took another drink. Siffling and dragging a knuckle over his nose, he grumbled to himself. "Bah. Prolly move off so they wouldn't 'ave t'put up with me anyhow..." The bottle agreed. It told him so. He took another drink.
