James Justice
Charting new Paths
[member="Stardust Solus Skirae"]
James let out a heavy sigh. A very heavy sigh. Denying him drink was like denying him air. It was going to hurt a lot.
"Well, at least let me 'ave some smokes," he grumbled, "if I ain't getting any spice or any drink, I at least need me Tatoowine Reds. Or there be serious problems, ye know. Serious problems."
Dealing with three kinds of substance abuse withdraw all at once would be too much for him and could even damage him physically. He could handle going without spice for a bit longer than tobacco or alcohol. He moved forward uneasily towards the messhall.
"Aye, I seem to be a carnival attraction to folks who cain't seem to know when to quit," James said sourly. He shook his head and sighed, "9 years, 7 months, 2 weeks, 5 days, and 3 hours."
For an alcoholic it was incredibly accurate. He hadn't forgotten the Bombing, it was etched in his memory forever. He grabbed a tray, "What's happened? How be Gray and Kay and Ryn?"
James let out a heavy sigh. A very heavy sigh. Denying him drink was like denying him air. It was going to hurt a lot.
"Well, at least let me 'ave some smokes," he grumbled, "if I ain't getting any spice or any drink, I at least need me Tatoowine Reds. Or there be serious problems, ye know. Serious problems."
Dealing with three kinds of substance abuse withdraw all at once would be too much for him and could even damage him physically. He could handle going without spice for a bit longer than tobacco or alcohol. He moved forward uneasily towards the messhall.
"Aye, I seem to be a carnival attraction to folks who cain't seem to know when to quit," James said sourly. He shook his head and sighed, "9 years, 7 months, 2 weeks, 5 days, and 3 hours."
For an alcoholic it was incredibly accurate. He hadn't forgotten the Bombing, it was etched in his memory forever. He grabbed a tray, "What's happened? How be Gray and Kay and Ryn?"