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trans_92012-02-17 03:44 pm
paidinbeer) wrote in trans_92012-02-17 03:44 pm
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When Orc woke up it took him five minutes before he had his first thought.
Dry.
His craggy lips felt entirely too dry. In fact his mouth, throat, his skin felt like he'd been sand blasted and thrown into the desert. The only moisture that he was aware of came when he slowly rose from the table to find a string of drool coming off his lower lip to a puddle on the table. Half of it was on his cheek, but he couldn't feel that.
His head began to pound as another powerful hangover settled in. How long had he been in this bar? He'd lost track of time.
That was fine, it was all fine. There was more beer here. He could wash away the pain in his head and subsequent painful thoughts. All he had to do was get himself out of the booth and over to the bar.
...
That might take more effort. He couldn't seem to will his heavy body to do more then sit up just yet. Days spent in a drunken stupor had caught up with him and were spinning his stomach like a blender full of misery and yuk.
Dry.
His craggy lips felt entirely too dry. In fact his mouth, throat, his skin felt like he'd been sand blasted and thrown into the desert. The only moisture that he was aware of came when he slowly rose from the table to find a string of drool coming off his lower lip to a puddle on the table. Half of it was on his cheek, but he couldn't feel that.
His head began to pound as another powerful hangover settled in. How long had he been in this bar? He'd lost track of time.
That was fine, it was all fine. There was more beer here. He could wash away the pain in his head and subsequent painful thoughts. All he had to do was get himself out of the booth and over to the bar.
...
That might take more effort. He couldn't seem to will his heavy body to do more then sit up just yet. Days spent in a drunken stupor had caught up with him and were spinning his stomach like a blender full of misery and yuk.
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"Orc." He answered simply. He had had another name...hadn't he? Or had he always been Orc and the other name was a nickname? Either way he was Orc, and that was all there was to it. All the while he was unable to take his eyes of what she was offering.