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Post by zane on Jul 7, 2010 8:30:58 GMT -5
Zane wasn't one to drink often or much, but he did, at times, enjoy going out and having a few. And that was what he was doing now, just going out and having a few drinks. The night had started at around five, he arrived, ordered a few shots of vodka and found himself a spot at the bar and waited for it all to begin. Of cause there were already some people there, mostly those that sat around drinking all day, who continued to drink throughout the night, had a little sleep and woke themselves up with a beer. How people could do that, well the reasons just slipped Zane's mind, he couldn't think of a good reason at all. No, there was one, simply being an alcoholic would do it. He had been around for a very long time, he had seen so much, and well, he didn't like it too much at all. Sure there were some good things, but mostly it was all bad.
He had watched the humans for most of the time that he had been alive, and he had come to the conclusion that they just liked to destroy things, to blow them up and set them on fire. Even their own kind, they liked killing them too, and turning them into things, those other beings that were unnatural and should never have been created. And the humans liked killing his kind, angels. It's the only thing that is really clear to him from his childhood, he can not remember anything else. Humans came to his home, killed his family in front of him, and he escaped, somehow, and survived. And the next thing that he can remember is waking up, lying in the middle of the forest. Since then he has vowed to never trust a human, but mainly if they are a hunter. But he is a nice guy, so really, if you're nice to him he'll return the favor.
He had been there for the short time of an hour when more people began to come in. Some were already fairly intoxicated, and the ones that were far over intoxicated were asked to leave before even sitting down or walking through the doors. The sight of that very thing happening to others amused Zane slightly, he knew that it would never happen to him, so he found that it was easy to laugh about. He was in a mood that he would like some company, but nothing that might get him in any kind of trouble, and definitely no hunters, unless they could behave and not try to kill the poor old angel. He downed a shot of vodka before turning to the bartender, asking for another three. His plan wasn't to get too wasted, even though he had already had six shots of vodka already, and was ordering another three. Anyone would think he came here to drink alone.
notes, okay so i was like mega bored so meh, this post probably isn't the best, but i'll love you if you reply and maybe plot with my baby zane <3
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