Chapter 1 * Scotch
"I remember the things that used to be. And then I remember where I am now." ~VIII.
"Mav, you've got to wake up." Shit, she's drunk as a skunk... And smells like one too. "Mav, the Ceremony is today. You need to shower, you're a mess." Her only response was the slight movement of her head on the bar table. One of her silver eyes was glaring right up at him as the black ink started pooling in and her disposition got even more terrifying. The blood on her face and fists went from looking completely foolhardy and disgusting to looking like the most terrifying thing in the world. Out of instinct he said, "You can't kill me, otherwise Thompson over there is going to finally arrest you." He said, addressing of the guards who is constantly in rotation to watch over his older sister.
"I'm sure Thompson would love a vacation, although after about a week of not having to watch over me and keep me from hurting people, he'll lose all purpose in life. I might not kill you, but I will slip Thompson thirty units, he will just so happen to be in the bathroom when I seriously hurt you. And I will," she reiterated, "seriously hurt you if you don't leave me alone."
"Did you even hear me? Do you know what today is? You have to be at my Ceremony."He pressed again only to see her expression change from pissed, to hurt and murderous.
"Do you know what today is?" Oh shit. Right. All thoughts ran out of his head as he sat next to her on the sticky bar bench and wrapped his arms around her, leaving a space between his arms to let some light shine on her face.
He didn't ever want her to be in the dark again.
He wouldn't let her.
