Post by VoxApocrypha on May 17, 2023 5:19:03 GMT -5
Winter, Sablien 3rd
Barraban
Night of the 3rd -> Morning of the 4th
The truck arrived in the city in the early hours of the morning on the 2nd. Apollo, Cordelia, and Adrian had gotten in and taken a trip. Cordelia, herself, was off to find someone in particular in the city - exactly what she what brought him and his brother for, he was not sure. She had refused to tell either of them why, and while nominally that wouldn't be fine, Apollo couldn't fucking tell anymore if he was even in Barraban. She had been gone for hours, and after a bit, he had left the hotel room she'd rented for him and her both, and got his brother. The pair had then gone out on a bar crawl, in typical Adashenko fashion.
Apollo was glad that he had refused to take the last name of his now ex 'lover', because his own name gained him a lot of clout. Adashenko's while rare and few were a sort of class of their own among Festria and Barraban groups, a name that commanded a lot of respect due to the deeds of the people who'd fought their way through the Overthrow and the 1904 War with Grinvel. And so this meant they got discounts pretty much anywhere they went within the city that had a good bar - and with a good bar came a lot of drinking.
Festria being so large had a higher tolerance for alcohol than the other races, and naturally, this was put to the test as Adrian and Apollo shared bottles of Absinthe of various flavors and purities. One, could kill a Kithium. Four, and naturally, Apollo and Adrian were not only just plainly hammered but so drunk that it was a safe bet the hangover would last a long while. Towards the early hours of the morning, Adrian had gotten into a bar brawl, and Apollo had helped him - resulting in the pair being thrown through the same window. After it was over, well, they stumbled away into the darkness and began to walk their way back to the hotel, dodging the police cruiser that had been patrolling the area. They were not sure if it was looking for them, but it was definitely a possibility that someone wanted them in cuffs so they could shove the bill for the window on them and that shit just would not fly if either of their alcohol-addled minds had anything to say about it.
They were stumbling through an alley, when they eventually found a spot that was.. comfortable enough that when Adrian finally collapsed, and grabbed a trashcan lid, Apollo had no problem similarly sitting against a wall and holding his head. Adrian's violent bout of vomiting was so intense that he had to lay by the can for a solid ten minutes before he was able to get back up, stomach empty. Apollo managed to hold it in long enough that when he finally did, he only lost maybe half the contents of his stomach, which by that point was probably more alcohol than bile.
They both would sit down against the wall, and relax there. No view from the street, no one seemed to know or care that they were there.
Which was a plus, because Apollo and Adrian both felt like shit. Just as they had a high tolerance, their system was being cleared out fairly quick.
The pair sat there under the light of a small street lamp, the two of them slowly becoming semi-sober.
It wasn't terribly long before Adrian would make a noise other than just breathing intensely.
"..Apollo?" Adrian asked.
Apollo would try to turn his head and then let it hang again, shaking it slowly from side to side, but unable to make much more noise at that moment than a "yeah..?", slurred slightly.
Adrian swallowed and managed to get the sentence out.
"..Do you know that phrase?"
"What phrase.." Apollo said as he leaned his side against the wall next to him, face planted partly against it as he took deep breaths.
"..Drunk words.. sober thoughts. That.. that one.. that one." Adrian said.
Apollo took a minute to respond, pulling his head from the wall. "What about it?"
Adrian didn't offer a answer immediately, and he spoke as Apollo was about to repeat the question.
"..G-give me your.. sober words.. and tell me why you left.." Adrian said.
Apollo would stare at the wall for a few seconds as he tried to process the words, and his answer.
"..Because.. because I didn't wanna stay around here with you and our family, feeling like.. I'd never amount to shit." He'd say. "and i wanted to run away from the guilt."
"Guilt?" Adrian managed. "..Guilt bout wha?"
Apollo swallowed, his mouth felt dry.
He could still taste the bile as he spoke. "..The guilt of having cheated on Cordelia, and then left her and that man I cheated with.." Apollo said. "..one of the sins that's followed me everywhere.."
The Festria slowly slid against the wall again, closing his eyes.
"That's why you left? For so long?" Adrian asked him. Apollo could only offer a nod.
"..That's some.. pansy shit.." He would say. Adrian then would lean to the side, promptly falling over.
Apollo after a moment, would nod his head.
"..Yeah.. yes, it was.. it was some.. pansy shit." He would say. The words felt like he was expelling bile again, admitting to a fault of such a nature. In a way it felt good to get it out, but part of him had hoped that he could just keep that locked away.
Apollo took a deep breath, and exhaled.
"..Adrian.. we gotta.. get back to the hotel room." He said, looking over at them. He would push them by the thigh, the man groaning as he slowly began to pull himself up. Adrian and Apollo got back to their feet and started to slowly walk out of the alleyway.
"Apollo.. is that really all of it..?" They asked.
Apollo shook his head. "..That's all I'm willing to tell you. But.. there's a lot to tell her." He said. Adrian just nodded his head, the two stumbling their way out of the alley and back onto the sidewalk. After awhile they reached the hotel, but it was almost already morning by then. And Apollo only made it a few feet into the room, before he saw Cordelia try to catch him, while he fell over a slight rise in the floor from a warped wooden board, and promptly began catching up on sleep with a bump on his head.
Barraban
Night of the 3rd -> Morning of the 4th
The truck arrived in the city in the early hours of the morning on the 2nd. Apollo, Cordelia, and Adrian had gotten in and taken a trip. Cordelia, herself, was off to find someone in particular in the city - exactly what she what brought him and his brother for, he was not sure. She had refused to tell either of them why, and while nominally that wouldn't be fine, Apollo couldn't fucking tell anymore if he was even in Barraban. She had been gone for hours, and after a bit, he had left the hotel room she'd rented for him and her both, and got his brother. The pair had then gone out on a bar crawl, in typical Adashenko fashion.
Apollo was glad that he had refused to take the last name of his now ex 'lover', because his own name gained him a lot of clout. Adashenko's while rare and few were a sort of class of their own among Festria and Barraban groups, a name that commanded a lot of respect due to the deeds of the people who'd fought their way through the Overthrow and the 1904 War with Grinvel. And so this meant they got discounts pretty much anywhere they went within the city that had a good bar - and with a good bar came a lot of drinking.
Festria being so large had a higher tolerance for alcohol than the other races, and naturally, this was put to the test as Adrian and Apollo shared bottles of Absinthe of various flavors and purities. One, could kill a Kithium. Four, and naturally, Apollo and Adrian were not only just plainly hammered but so drunk that it was a safe bet the hangover would last a long while. Towards the early hours of the morning, Adrian had gotten into a bar brawl, and Apollo had helped him - resulting in the pair being thrown through the same window. After it was over, well, they stumbled away into the darkness and began to walk their way back to the hotel, dodging the police cruiser that had been patrolling the area. They were not sure if it was looking for them, but it was definitely a possibility that someone wanted them in cuffs so they could shove the bill for the window on them and that shit just would not fly if either of their alcohol-addled minds had anything to say about it.
They were stumbling through an alley, when they eventually found a spot that was.. comfortable enough that when Adrian finally collapsed, and grabbed a trashcan lid, Apollo had no problem similarly sitting against a wall and holding his head. Adrian's violent bout of vomiting was so intense that he had to lay by the can for a solid ten minutes before he was able to get back up, stomach empty. Apollo managed to hold it in long enough that when he finally did, he only lost maybe half the contents of his stomach, which by that point was probably more alcohol than bile.
They both would sit down against the wall, and relax there. No view from the street, no one seemed to know or care that they were there.
Which was a plus, because Apollo and Adrian both felt like shit. Just as they had a high tolerance, their system was being cleared out fairly quick.
The pair sat there under the light of a small street lamp, the two of them slowly becoming semi-sober.
It wasn't terribly long before Adrian would make a noise other than just breathing intensely.
"..Apollo?" Adrian asked.
Apollo would try to turn his head and then let it hang again, shaking it slowly from side to side, but unable to make much more noise at that moment than a "yeah..?", slurred slightly.
Adrian swallowed and managed to get the sentence out.
"..Do you know that phrase?"
"What phrase.." Apollo said as he leaned his side against the wall next to him, face planted partly against it as he took deep breaths.
"..Drunk words.. sober thoughts. That.. that one.. that one." Adrian said.
Apollo took a minute to respond, pulling his head from the wall. "What about it?"
Adrian didn't offer a answer immediately, and he spoke as Apollo was about to repeat the question.
"..G-give me your.. sober words.. and tell me why you left.." Adrian said.
Apollo would stare at the wall for a few seconds as he tried to process the words, and his answer.
"..Because.. because I didn't wanna stay around here with you and our family, feeling like.. I'd never amount to shit." He'd say. "and i wanted to run away from the guilt."
"Guilt?" Adrian managed. "..Guilt bout wha?"
Apollo swallowed, his mouth felt dry.
He could still taste the bile as he spoke. "..The guilt of having cheated on Cordelia, and then left her and that man I cheated with.." Apollo said. "..one of the sins that's followed me everywhere.."
The Festria slowly slid against the wall again, closing his eyes.
"That's why you left? For so long?" Adrian asked him. Apollo could only offer a nod.
"..That's some.. pansy shit.." He would say. Adrian then would lean to the side, promptly falling over.
Apollo after a moment, would nod his head.
"..Yeah.. yes, it was.. it was some.. pansy shit." He would say. The words felt like he was expelling bile again, admitting to a fault of such a nature. In a way it felt good to get it out, but part of him had hoped that he could just keep that locked away.
Apollo took a deep breath, and exhaled.
"..Adrian.. we gotta.. get back to the hotel room." He said, looking over at them. He would push them by the thigh, the man groaning as he slowly began to pull himself up. Adrian and Apollo got back to their feet and started to slowly walk out of the alleyway.
"Apollo.. is that really all of it..?" They asked.
Apollo shook his head. "..That's all I'm willing to tell you. But.. there's a lot to tell her." He said. Adrian just nodded his head, the two stumbling their way out of the alley and back onto the sidewalk. After awhile they reached the hotel, but it was almost already morning by then. And Apollo only made it a few feet into the room, before he saw Cordelia try to catch him, while he fell over a slight rise in the floor from a warped wooden board, and promptly began catching up on sleep with a bump on his head.