Hello!
I am absolutely sure there are many of you that generally have millions of idea of the story that you desperately want to write in your mind, but never really doing it.
Well, guess what? Same here.
And this is a book I open just to lay down...
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She sat on the bar stool, chugging one special brew after the other. Highly concentrated with alcohol, of course. In fact, she even smells like one, after being in that place for far too long, then the rest of her chaperone. Two of them. Whom deliberately decided to join far much later.
Damien sat in his own bar stool, drinking his very own beer, along with the newest recruit in their battalion, Adam.
All Adam did, the entire time he was there, was stared at Kiera, too stunned to even react. Damn, that woman can drink like she doesn't own a liver - one glass after the other, with no breaks.
Kiera was definitely drinking effortlessly, not even close to getting drunk, but she was going to make sure she meets her way there, in maybe fifty more glasses - or so.
"More," she said, as she banged her glass on the counter. All her mannerism gone, just a human, wanting to spend her entire night doing nothing but drink.
"Lady, chill," the bartender said to her, annoyed.
"I'm sorry," she said while smiling sweetly.
But she still had her charms. "Can I have more . . . please?"
The bar tender, though not please, push a jugged full of beer towards her, knowing full well she was going to drink the entire thing to herself. Kiera smiled the widest smile at the sight of it, immediately pouring the yellowish liquid into her glass trying to fill it as much as she can within the small container.
She drank the entire glass in one go, while the bartender looks at her unhappily, because she has not paid any cent to him yet for her entire night of spending. And with the total amount she has in her tabs, the bar tender was not sure if she can even afford to make the full payment for the night. Also, not forgetting to mention that the tall, brutal lady was successfully emptying most of the barrels of the inn.
Kierra went on, heartily drinking while Damien drank his, trying his best to win a lady by looking cool and not losing his posture. Adam, however, was uncomfortable with the setting he was in. It wasn't that he wasn't used to alcohol or the bars. It was just that he felt scared looking at his battalion leader drinking like she was going to die tomorrow.
"She is going to drink till she punctures her lungs out," Damien said coolly, as if he didn't care if his best friend survives the night or not. But of course, it is the opposite in reality. They are the best of mates till death do them apart. In fact, they will die for one another.
"And you're not even worried?" Adam asked, extremely concerned. Damien clicks his tongue. "I know her," he paused, and then he added. " . . . since we were nothing but troublemaking children." He finishes his glass of beer.
Damien place a hand of Adam's shoulder, trying to reassure him. "She'll be fine. Why don't you get a drink? And lighten your mood for a bit."
"No, thank you. One of us needs to stay conscious if the both of you are already drinking," Adam said sternly. Unlike Damien and Kierra, the designated drinkers, he wasn't cool about the situation at all. Damien laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke ever told and that caught Kierra's attention.
