The Fall of Etrion

Chapter 1.5 - Seeing Double

The day started like any other, Amynta would be awoken to the sound of drunk, angry, yelling and the smell of burnt toast wafting through the house. She would crawl out of bed and go through her morning routine before heading downstairs to prevent the probable fire being caused by her Uncle. As she'd clean up the mess and work on an actual breakfast, she'd begin arguing with her drunken uncle over the littlest things. Though today things began to escalate beyond their usual banter.

"I am not your camel! Plus I can't even legally go out and get your alcohol! So the answer is no, I will not go to Uncle Jerry and mooch booze off him in return for him getting an eye full." She declared whilst flipping over her Uncle's favorite hophenberry pancakes. Turning and locking him with a stern look of utter disappointment for a quick moment before refocusing on the breakfast to be.

Barnie rolled his eyes and threw his arm out in a move of uncoordinated annoyance. Leaning heavily on the counter as he watched his niece bustle about in the kitchen. "Oh for the lov'uh..." He shouted trailing off to recollect his thoughts "It's not like yah haven't done that shit before!" He argued, "Plus I'm out and I need more and I am in no way shape or how of going anywhere but that recliner right there." He finished, pointing in the general direction of the old recliner that sat in the livingroom.

Amynta sighed, turning down the heat of the water as the kettle started to whistle. "I really don't think you need anymore...what did you call it? The Kalotic? You said that shit's expensive, you really think Jerry's just gonna let you continue to steal exotic Tequilas from him forever?" She questioned, pouring the hot water into the cups, and setting them at the table, automatically placing two tea bags in the mugs. "And you are not sitting there, I cleaned that room yesterday and I am not gonna let your drunken tendencies dirty it again." She finished as she began to plate all the food.

"Oi! I'mma swoozle as many exotic tequilas as I so choose!" He argued standing up straight and wobbly stomping over and flopping down into the wooden dining chair. "And don't you think you can go saying when and how I've had enough! I'll drink till the moon is goddamned purple and falling out the fucking sky!" He cursed becoming quite cross in his alcohol induced rage. Looking about and scooping up a half empty bottle that had previously lain strewn across the floor. "I swear the nerve on you, telling me how to live my life. Got it from that skanky ass harpy you call a mother..." He muttered as he sipped the bottle continuing to grumble incomprehensibly.

Amynta paused in her methodical table setting. She knew she wasn't supposed to argue with him while he's drunk, 'he doesn't know what he's saying'. The whole drunks not being particularly aware of what they chose to say and not say was bullshit to her. She couldn't care less, a drunk person is still a person, and one to be trifled with, Barnie is.

Amynta took a deep breath and put down Barnie's plate in front of him. "Say something like that again and I'll make you eat your own toast." Normally she would be more aggressive, but there was no point, he was completely hammered and there was nothing she could do about it, but try to sober him up. Still not a likely solution though.

"What the fuck is wrong with my toast!?" He questioned, being offended she'd even insinuate that he couldn't do something so simple as make toast. "You know what don't answer that, whatever you're gonna say is gonna be some bitchy comment about how it aint to your like'n," He rambled. "Why don't you just eat up and shut up, then when you're done go get me my damn Kalotic or don't bother comin' home!" He threatened slamming the cheap beer onto the table and grabbing his plate to go eat in the livingroom.

"No, I'm not going to do your dirty work. You want the alcohol, you go fuckin' get it. I'm not going to be used by a drunk bastard that doesn't know when to stop. Especially when his limit is far gone, miles behind him." She rebuked, plopping a few cubes of sugar into her tea, and taking an elegant sip to help calm her nerves. She knew what was to come, and even though she instigated it, she realized she should have let it be.