*( .a drink a day!
If there was a notable trait, a redeemable quality that excused all the negative drawbacks of having an overwhelming amount of brashness, it was the insouciant manner that problems were handled. Remaining levelheaded under pressure was what allowed for great leadership, what made it possible to find a solution to any issue faced while managing to prevent unnecessary lose from being suffered. It was what had rightfully earned the veteran solider a reputable rank, yet the method he’d selected for handling the conundrum at hand did not befit the countless achievements under his belt.
Drinking himself stupid was hardly praiseworthy, after all.
Body was unceremoniously thrown down into an empty booth, the selected bar graciously bereft of other midday customers that would’ve undoubtedly questioned the golden gauntlet adorning the length of his right arm. Sinking into the back of the furniture, arms resting upon the length and eyelids closed wearily, an unrestrained groan escaped before a packet of cigarettes was drawn from the depths of a pocket. It was once one of the sticks was balanced between lips that a sheepish expression overrode the tiredness that’d been openly displayed, the barkeep that’d surely witnessed it acknowledged at long last.
❝You wouldn’t happen to have a light, would ya? I’d like to say I misplaced mine, but that’d be lie. It’s loooong gone.❞ A lighthearted joke accompanied by his own soft laughter, the lose of the lighter was truly mourned, a painful sacrifice made in a mission that’d taken place just prior to this. Still, in comparison to an unintended universe transfer, it was hardly worth mentioning. ❝If not, I’ll just have to suck it up and deal with it. It’d be much easier with some good beer, though. I’ll take your best, and don’t let up. I’m gonna be here awhile.❞
