The Alcatraz depot lounge and pub

[Khelric]

[color=#FFFFFF]Wolf sat in the corner of the bar. His long slender eyes surveyed the crowed before them as his respirator provided him with the essential drug. Slouched back in his chair as always, Wolf saw Hubert and Dwayne sitting together.

"Hm, wonder what the rabble is up to these days.", he barely conjured from his throat in a bored tone.

It'd been some time since he'd flown and he knew he was getting too comfortable with the lazy lifestyle of continual drinks and drugs. It'd been too long since he saw those lovely red crystals of blood floating in an enigmatic conflict between lifeless drift and living substance. A rough hand wrapped around a bottle of whatever it was in front of him. He could barely remember what it was he'd asked for or if he'd even asked for it, but that didn't stop him from letting the sweet liquor gush freely down his eager throat; the burning sting of it brought a wince to his face before the heat in his stomach brought him back to calm.

"I suppose it's time I got back out there.", Wolf had said with some conviction in his voice, though this quickly gave way to his stronger desire to engage the bottle before him.

"...maybe after this last sip."

and with that, he pressed the bottle to his lips once more and indulged in his gritty hedonism.

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<span style="color:#000000">Equitatus Parco Nullus

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