forum Arthur and Mikhail

Started January 19, 2019 by Deleted user

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Arthur took another long drink, hoping this last one would do it.

Mikhail smiled at some of the people he knew as they headed out.

Arthur quickly finished the drink, finally feeling the effects of the alcohol. passing the cup back for another refill.

Mikhail quickly refilled it and gave it back to Arthur.

Arthur took it and nearly drained it in one go, feeling the effects of the alcohol know.

"Tipsy yet?" Mikhail asked.

"Maybe a little.." said Arthur feeling a fog in his head. Pathetic…. came the light vioce in the back of his head, but Arthur payed no mind.

"Want some more?" asked Mikhail, taking the cup again.

"Yeah…"

Mikhail quickly filled up the cup then handed it back to him. "Here you go."

Arthur took another long drink, ignoring the memories that wanted to swell up, and drowning them with another drink.

Mikhail filled up his cup again. He's going through a bad break-up. That's the only thing I can think of as to why he came here.

Arthur downed it within a few moments, "Thanks…" he said it slowly as his mind clouded.

"Another one?" Mikhail asked.

"Yeah…"

Mikhail quickly filled up the cup then handed it back to Arthur.

Arthur drained it in a few minutes. feeling the fog of drunkenness fall over him.

Mikhail refilled it and gave it to the man again.

Arthur took it gratefully, taking another long drink, now feeling foggy, and not caring.

"Are you drunk enough?" Mikhail asked

"yeah.." said Arthur, flopping on the counter, wanting to sleep.

Mikhail chuckled and looked around, no one else was here. "Do you have a plan of getting home?"

"I don't have a home…" said Arthur, slurring just a little from the combined exhaustion, and alcohol.

"So you just live on the streets?" Mikhail asked.

"Out in the woods…"

"Oh okay then…" Mikhail muttered. He had also lived in the woods when he was younger but the owner of the bar was kind enough to let Mikhail stay with him and practically raise him.

Arthur pulled out some gold coins he'd lifted off some thugs, and placed them on the counter shakily, before stumbling to his feet attempting to leave.

Mikhail quickly picked up the coins and got up from behind to give them Arthur. "Keep them."

Arthur shook his head, stumbling outside, and beginning to head down the street for the woods, Nearly falling over with every step. I've never been this unbalanced….
That's what you get for getting yourself drunk… came the soft reply to his thoughts.

"I-uhm-do you need help?" Mikhail asked awkwardly, not sure what to do.