Private Down in the Bottle

[River Kryze]

Location: Mandalore, random dive bar.

She never drank, well, it wasn't often that she drank. There were times however, that the liquid poison was needed to mend the wrenching sensation she felt festering in her heart. It wasn't easy grappling with lose. In fact, it was pretty damn terrible. The Widow of Mandalore. It was a name that came to her lately, though truthfully it wasn't quite fair. There were plenty of widows from the world now. She wasn't the only one to have lost someone that day after all, but she often felt like it at times.

The fan tailed helmet sat by her on the counter, River haven gotten fed up with the whole 'straw' approach had finally ripped it off. Now she set alone at the bar; a hollow shell of who she had once been, or least that's how she felt. Her attempts to immerse herself in the culture didn't feel like they were going as well as she would have liked. The code wasn't a problem, the real problem was the mannerisms. She had always been warm and receptive, but now such things just...didn't seem to gel all that well with the warrior culture she was wading through. The killing aspect was another thing, she'd never have to take a life before this, and already she had made an orphan out of Aloy's ward.

Funny. Here she was, having lost her own family to war, and doing the same to others. It didn't make her much better than the Empire in that aspect. Finding herself thinking too much, it was time for more shots. "Hey, bartender, give me two Rodian Whiskeys. And don't water it down this time."

It was going to be a long day.

Kragr Krayt

 

[Kragr Krayt]

Clanless and Beskarless, the once-proud Alor of Clan Loc had finally returned to Mandalore, thanks to his foundling, Shai Maji. Sadly one attempt, even from her, was not enough to glue his shattered self back together, in fact, it might not even be possible. Kragr was a ghost, a shell without a soul, wandering aimlessly as he daily fought the neverending nightmares. No, not only nightmares, as he often heard ghostly screams of his people getting slaughtered right before his eyes, as if he had travelled back in time.

It has taken a toll on the man, often having to drown himself in strong alcohol, preferably Tihaar, just avoid the vivid nightmares, repeating before him. He tried once, sleeping without alcohol, but the continuing flashes of his people getting gunned down, while children screaming as they are burn alive.

Armourless and already quite drunk on Tihaar, Kragr entered the drive bar as his flask was empty. Almost tripping over himself, the red-haired man planted both hands on the counter, "bartjener, Tihaar, strong and leave the bloody battle" mumbled Kragr, finally getting up on the chair by the counter. Surprisingly, the bartender heard Kragr's mumbling or maybe he was just used to hearing people talk to him in various stages of drunkenness.

A large size bottle of strong Tihaar was placed in front of Kragr, along with a glass. Kragr looked tired, with bags starting to form under his eyes, though the man barely notice it as he poured the glass up and began to work through the bottle of Tihaar.

River Kryze

 

[River Kryze]

The shots were set out before her, their hollow centers filled with the foul brown substance. Taking her first shot, River threw the drink back, feeling it light the inside of her mouth on fire. As she went for the second one, she felt her chair wobble as something large was making it's way towards the bar. Turning her head as the empty glass was set down, she found a large haired man stumbling towards the bar, evident that he already had a few drinks in him before hand. The man looked like he could squat a tank, and also looked like he was being crushed by one at the moment. Hard luck at the gambling tables, or maybe his wife left him? He did have the looks of a man in the throes of divorce, but there was a lost look in his eyes that she was all to familiar with; that of loss.

Giving pause to her drinking, River studied the man, as he called for an entire bottle of alcohol, seemingly intent on drinking it by himself to unconsciousness going by how much he had on hand. Her eyes lingered on him for a moment, hand reaching for the shot glass, as she could feel a mutual suffering between the pair of them. Drinking the disgusting liquid, River nearly shattered the glass when she placed it back down. The words didn't come to her at first, but they formed into some sort of string of functional words. "You got an early start. What's got you deep in the bottle?" Ideally, this opening question wouldn't lead to violence.

Well, if it did come her way, she wasn't exactly unarmed. Ideally, it wouldn't come to that.

Kragr Krayt

 

[Kragr Krayt]

As Kragr sat by himself, not far from where River had occupied her spot at the bar, the large Mandalorian continued to drown himself in the insanely powerful alcohol. His mind was racing, though his body showed nothing but a drunk man with a baggage of heavy sorrow.

Kragr ignored the woman, or maybe he didn't hear her? Everything sort of melted together for Kragr granted Shai Maji had managed to get him out of an early grave, getting through the horrors of reliving his clan being destroy was still very much at work in Kragr's mind. Attempting to pour the sixth shot, the drunken man spilt over the hand that held to shot glass, causing him to burst into a furious rage that felt rather over the top for just spilling a bit of alcohol. However, Kragr in a drunken rage tossed the glass through the bar, causing it to shatter upon impact, causing everyone to stop with what they were doing and stare at Kragr.

"Oi, get out of here you Kriffing drunk!" scolded the bartender, pulling a slugthrower, aiming it at Kragr. The bar got tense, as everyone looked between Kragr and the bartender, who held a slugthrower aimed at Kragr, demanding the man to leave. Shocking to many if not all patrons, Kragr seemed almost sober, as he stared directly at the bartender, unfazed by the slugthrower.

Grabbing the barrel of the slugthrower, Kragr pulled the point of the barrel to his forehead, "shoot me then" he said, which actually had the bartender try and pull his weapon back, just from this surreal moment. Yet, the bartender shouldn't, as Kragr was strong as an ox and able to keep the barrel locked in place. It was clear that the bartender hadn't shot anyone before and only used the weapon as a way to get rowdy patrons to leave his establishment.

"Pull the Karking trigger!" roared Kragr as he stood up, only to pass out from how much alcohol he had in his system. The large red-haired Mandalorian laid long as he was tall on the dirty floor.

River Kryze