May 14, 2025
@ashortdropandasuddenstop
"Augh—"
Stolas stumbles onto a barstool. He searches, instinctively, for a menu—though he knows he's just going to order whatever red wine will get him drunker the most quickly, or perhaps even liquor straight, though that never really ever goes well...
...but when does anything ever go well, for him? He might as well lean into the chaos. The discontent.
Something else occurs to him as he makes eye contact with the bartender. It's not one of his usual servants—he is not in his home.
"Where—am I?"