@bluesuited ~ Mercenary Rick & Rook for the Valentine's starter call
Rick played with his drink, watching the thick liquor sloshing against the glass. He had lost count of how many he had had, but he knew for sure that he still needed at least just as many, since his thoughts hadn't shut up yet.
Maybe he was doing this wrong. He had spent thirty years drinking away his woes and regrets and he had never failed so miserably at it. And yet, his mind wouldn't just stop spinning, unable to wrap around what his life had become. Perhaps drinking away shock and confusion required a different technique.
A bitter scoff left his lips and he gulped down the liquor in one go. Travelling to the new Citadel had been a mistake. He could hardly be around his housemate without getting a headache, so it had been idiotic of him to come to the one place where half of the population was a version of him. And on Valentine's Day, which made everything even weirder.
The train of his thoughts was shuttered when someone took a sit in the stool next to his own. He was in uniform, which probably meant that he was a local.
"H-Hey," he spoke up, after a moment of silence. Maybe he could still get a distraction. "I-I'm...new around here an-and I really need the kind of shit tha-that kills your brain for a few hours, s-so...do you have any recommendations, by chance?"