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 Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 1:22 pm
C'zha felt just s**t awful. Guilt was the predominant emotion in the maelstrom of feelings currently engulfing his mind. Regret and despair were another couple that surfaced prevalently; but they all reared their ugly heads, reached down and bit C'zha in the a**. Hard. The bronze rider sat in a chair in the dining hall, hand firmly gripping a mug of ale. It was close to empty, much like its two friends. Both of those were empty, though.
Alright, so maybe C'zha was a bit drunk. WHAT OF IT, hmmm? Don't judge him. He's had a rough couple sevendays! Well, it started more than a couple turns ago~ but it had gotten worse lately. Some turns past, the bronze rider had discovered he had a younger brother. They shared a father; the young man was Weyrborn and -raised, much like himself. C'zha didn't know the boy's mother, but knew that he had been fostered out immediately after birth. Much like himself.
It was apparent that their father could not keep it in his pants. C'zha grumbled and cleaned out the bottom of his mug in one gulp, setting it down on the table with perhaps a bit too much force. A few other patrons of the dining hall looked at him suspiciously, but he only glowered back. They turned away and found it more prudent to mind their own business while the rider drank his problems away. It wasn't even a real problem! After finding out about Vorhtas, C'zha had approached him and made the boy aware. It just so happened to be right after he was Searched! Good for him! C'zha didn't know how to be a big brother, so he started off with just trying to be friends. Now, almost two turns later, C'zha felt frustrated. He was worried that Vorhtas wanted more than just a friendship with his half-brother, and C'zha was fumbling for how to make that happen.
<< The boy only wants to know who his older brother is, >> Enbrieth broke in, trying to soothe his rider. But C'zha only grunted. How in Faranth's name was a big brother supposed to act?
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 2:13 pm
Vorhtas stretched as he stood. He had been cleaning these same floors every day for a sevenday now, and he was quite through with it! The kitchen floor had never been so clean if he did say so himself. As he walked back to the barracks, he noticed his half-brother sitting by himself, draining what looked to be like his third or fourth mug of ale, judging by the the way he was swaying every time he moved.
Vorhtas decided to go and help C'zha back to his weyr. After only taking three steps toward his brother, he realized he doesn't know how he should approach this situation. He had helped his foster mother back from her drunken escapades many-a-time, but this was completely different. He had no idea where he stood with this man. So instead of doing what he had decided would be the right thing to do, he just walks past his slumping half-brother just like he would anyone else, and heads right to his cot to lie down before supper.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 2:37 pm
Vorhtas was right. C'zha was drunk. The serving girl refused to bring the bronze rider another mug of ale, no matter how angrily (or sweetly) he requested it. He even tried to bribe her! But the girl simply refused. C'zha grunted sourly. He probably had more marks in his pouch than the girl made in a Turn! He peered into his mug for what must have been the seven hundredth time. They were still empty; he was hoping they would somehow refill themselves.
"What does a man have to do for more beer," he grumbled angrily, glancing towards the entry way to the kitchens. He could always just go and get some for himself! Yes! What a splendid idea! If the serving girls wouldn't do it for him, why not just serve himself? The bronze rider grinned widely at his intelligently-hatched plan, mentally praising himself.
<< I wouldn't try that if I were you,>> Enbrieth warned his rider, but the bronze's words fell upon deafdrunken ears. C'zha didn't even acknowledge that the bronze had spoken to him. The rider had seized this idea and forgotten all common sense. He had also forgotten how unstable one gets when drunk.
Lurching to his feet, C'zha pushed the chair away from him roughly. It toppled over, loudly crashing against the floor. No one moved to help him. He took one step towards the kitchen door. Well, that wasn't so bad! Maybe he could make it! C'zha's head began to swim and his vision blurred. Ooookay. Maybe not. Luckily, someone was close by for support! C'zha reached out and grabbed Vorhtas' shoulders as he passed by, holding him in a vice-like grip. If C'zha let go, or Vorhtas faltered, they'd both crash to the floor.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 4:25 pm
And falter Vorhtas did! He was not at all ready for the drunken weight that had just fallen on him. The last thing he remembered was realizing that that stool was getting really big!
He awoke some time later to the sounds of people talking just outside the door in almost hushed voices. As he tried to get up to see who it was, his head started to swim and he passed right back out.
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