"I need ichor --- no, bloodspiced -- No." Damn you, that's not what I need. Fingertips tapped restlessly in an uneven stacatto. Ivory claws clicked, making tiny indentations in the pristine, heavy polish of the bar. "Tequila? Tequila. Bottle and glass."
Tequila? Coward. The word was hissed in an infernal tongue, audible only to the silver-haired priestess. That's a mortal's drink. Don't you have the constitution for anything stronger. . . worried about lowering your defences to little ole' me?
Yeah, that's it. Alysia barked with loud, cynical laughter, mostly unaware of the strange looks being cast her way. Instead, she glared at her reflection in the mirror, then lifted the shot glass in salute to the mirror before downing the tequila. Coward I may be, but this will shut you up long enough to get a moment's peace.
She stared rudely at several familiar faces which, for some reason, felt unfamiliar. Some of them stared back, boldly curious or unnerved. Most of them looked away.
Kairee asked, "Something on your mind, Alysia?"
"On my mind," muttered Alysia. "You've no idea."
In her mind, caustic, mocking laughter hissed. Darkness, you're really going to drink more of that garbage? Do you really think it will help? Alysia held the second shot close to her mouth and her shadowed eyes drifted toward Kairee. She offered a bitter, cynical smile and tossed back the shot, grinning without mirth. The priestess looked at the bottle Falcon had fetched, studying it as if seeing it for the first time.
"I could if you would open up. I'm not interested in prying it out of people's minds tonight," said Kairee.
After several moments, Alysia responded, "Hearing voices." She added flatly, "Drink helps."
"Nonsense..." Kairee disagreed. "It just dulls the senses but doesn't deal with the issue at hand. Whose voices are you hearing?"
"They're all mine." Alysia muttered angrily. Her ears were ringing. "All of them. They shouldn't be, but by now. . ." She turned and stared, completely uncomprehending, as Kitty Helston came down the stairs, caterwauling an off-color song. With that distraction, a moment of silence fell across Alysia's muddled thoughts.
Hawk Jahad pushed from his lean on the bar and dug into his cloak, pulling a silver flask free that gleamed brilliantly in the light. He placed the unopened flask upon the bar before Alysia. "This may help," he said with a simple nod to her, turning to the singing Kitty.
Look, it's shiny. . . The sparkle and gleam of the silver flask drew her eye. She observed the pale contours of her face in the shiny surface, then sneered to herself. In the next moment, that expression was lost behind another swallow of tequila. Alysia distantly watched Kitty and Krysira as she refilled the shot glass with a mostly steady hand.
Intoxicants won't drown me out, Alysia. You can still hear me. . .
Aye, like a donkey braying in the middle of the night.
Right, hee-haw!
Alysia laughed again, not quite raucously -- but close. She set the glass down and lowered her head, covering her ears with her hands and clutching her skull.
Tequila? Coward. The word was hissed in an infernal tongue, audible only to the silver-haired priestess. That's a mortal's drink. Don't you have the constitution for anything stronger. . . worried about lowering your defences to little ole' me?
Yeah, that's it. Alysia barked with loud, cynical laughter, mostly unaware of the strange looks being cast her way. Instead, she glared at her reflection in the mirror, then lifted the shot glass in salute to the mirror before downing the tequila. Coward I may be, but this will shut you up long enough to get a moment's peace.
She stared rudely at several familiar faces which, for some reason, felt unfamiliar. Some of them stared back, boldly curious or unnerved. Most of them looked away.
Kairee asked, "Something on your mind, Alysia?"
"On my mind," muttered Alysia. "You've no idea."
In her mind, caustic, mocking laughter hissed. Darkness, you're really going to drink more of that garbage? Do you really think it will help? Alysia held the second shot close to her mouth and her shadowed eyes drifted toward Kairee. She offered a bitter, cynical smile and tossed back the shot, grinning without mirth. The priestess looked at the bottle Falcon had fetched, studying it as if seeing it for the first time.
"I could if you would open up. I'm not interested in prying it out of people's minds tonight," said Kairee.
After several moments, Alysia responded, "Hearing voices." She added flatly, "Drink helps."
"Nonsense..." Kairee disagreed. "It just dulls the senses but doesn't deal with the issue at hand. Whose voices are you hearing?"
"They're all mine." Alysia muttered angrily. Her ears were ringing. "All of them. They shouldn't be, but by now. . ." She turned and stared, completely uncomprehending, as Kitty Helston came down the stairs, caterwauling an off-color song. With that distraction, a moment of silence fell across Alysia's muddled thoughts.
Hawk Jahad pushed from his lean on the bar and dug into his cloak, pulling a silver flask free that gleamed brilliantly in the light. He placed the unopened flask upon the bar before Alysia. "This may help," he said with a simple nod to her, turning to the singing Kitty.
Look, it's shiny. . . The sparkle and gleam of the silver flask drew her eye. She observed the pale contours of her face in the shiny surface, then sneered to herself. In the next moment, that expression was lost behind another swallow of tequila. Alysia distantly watched Kitty and Krysira as she refilled the shot glass with a mostly steady hand.
Intoxicants won't drown me out, Alysia. You can still hear me. . .
Aye, like a donkey braying in the middle of the night.
Right, hee-haw!
Alysia laughed again, not quite raucously -- but close. She set the glass down and lowered her head, covering her ears with her hands and clutching her skull.