Post by temperance on Aug 31, 2007 15:08:56 GMT -5
The camera fades in slowly to reveal a dark and rather gloomy looking bar, Temperance lay outstretched on the counter muttering darkly with a empty bottle of whisky in his hand, surrounding him where several other glass bottles, all drained.
The barkeep is looking concerned at Temperance, the time is 12:42 PM and Temperance has been draining bottles all night with no intention of leaving.
The barkeep is looking concerned at Temperance, the time is 12:42 PM and Temperance has been draining bottles all night with no intention of leaving.
Another bottle of whisky barkeep...And make it quick! come on hurry up!
Temperance lay on the bar counter, with a scowl on his face as the barkeeper bent over to fetch his order, a few seconds later he popped up again and handed him a bottle.
That's gonna be 5 Dollars Temps, and you should really think about leaving, Surge is only a few days away and it's not wise to drink this much with a match coming up
Temperance ignored the barkeeper and reached into his jean pockets for some cash, but after burrowing in there for a few seconds, he gave up the fruitless search.
Put it on my tab...
Temperance! you owe me nearly 200 Dollars on your tab as it is, what the hell's wrong with you? your drinking your life away and your GHW career has only begun!
Temperance rose, his formally young face was now covered in cuts and he had grown a lot more facial hair, his short black hair was becoming long, his eyes where bloodshot and had giant bags under them as if he hadn't slept for days.
I haven't manged to score a single win!, I've been here one month, loss after loss after frickin' loss!, how do you think that makes me feel huh? being on the mat for the 3 or on the ground for the 10 all the time, whens my break gonna come???
Suddenly the doors burst open, light shines on the bar, there stands _______
TBC