Day 23 - Friendship/Storm @daily-writing-challenge
It had now been eight years since he got thrown from the Lady Lillium during that massive storm. Eight years since everyone assumed him dead for a month. Eight years since his friend and crewmate, Benzi, lost his life. Last year was the first time he returned to this location in Kun-Lai Summit. He had come alone then, and drank the night away, at least until the dark clouds arrived.
This time was different; this time most of the crew accompanied him as a way to remember and celebrate. ...But there was another reason too. They all knew that soon enough their time would be swept away into the next war, or whatever was waiting for them. Red knew something was going to happen. Something was very broken within the life cycle, and when one piece stopped working, eventually the rest would as well. Given that whatever was happening was in the Shadowlands, the questions of the day were: ‘How will this affect us?’ and ‘Will we even be able to help?’
“Maybe Benzi will save us all.” Red mused with a slight smirk. “With Rashi, Selug, and Kados as well.” Other members of the crew that had been lost since he joined.
“Are you kidding? We all know Benzi has his face buried in a pile of blow, Rashi’s is buried in a pile of hookers, and Selug and Kados have theirs buried in each other.” Felonous commented from nearby.
There was a collective laugh from the rest of the crew. It felt nice to be able to joke about difficult subject matters; it meant that while not forgotten, it no longer hurt so much. Celebrated, instead of mourned.
Red raised his bottle, “To fallen friends. ...And to hookers and blow.”
“Friends, hookers, and blow!” The others cheered in (not so) unison.
He rubbed the scar on his forehead from that fateful night before laying back and burrowing his feet into the warm sand. There was a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that was telling him that this may be the last time, for a while, that they would be able to do this.
@felonous