Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20190901063142/@comment-27550231-20191008033815

Jorge sat I the dark office listening to the commotion down the hall. On the desk was a decorative bottle of an unknown alcohol and an upside down glass. Jorge opened the decanter and flipped his glass to fill it but stopped and instead brought the bottle to his lips and drank deeply of its contents. The former knight retched and coughed as the drink burned his throat as it mde his way down but he barrelled through it and took another deep drink, then another and another. The room was filled with coughing, the scent of atomized alcohol and self loathing. Jorge's head lay flat on the desk looking at the half empty decanter, it's very sight making him feel sick to the core.

"So this is where I am at... drowning my pain in drink. Hehehehe... hahahahahahaha... Well then! To me and my fucking future!" With his toast out of the way Jorge brought the crystal to his lips and attempted to finish the bottle but his mortal body protested, unaccustomed to the effects of alcohol it took effect quickly and soon he found himself on the floor crystal decanter in hand.

Down below Aigis continued to prepare dinner, bringing out the roast to let it cool off before serving. As she cut into the crispy meat it released it juices revealing it's medium rare interior. Content with her work she began carving it into slices to better cool it down and speed up serving but then she hear a crash followed by the sounds of Marcus and Cyndwella indulgein in each other.