Rum and rain
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kh_drabbleTitle: Drinking in the Rain
Word Count:: 650
Characters:: Luxord and Xigbar
Summary: Rain, alcohol, and one drunk Gambler. I apoligize for the length of this - I will never do it again.
“Did you enjoy your walk?”
A look would have been enough, but Xigbar never used body language when words could be just as sufficient. Wiping the cold rainwater from his face and glad to have shelter, Xigbar declared, “The weather’s forecast for tonight is rain, followed by more rain. Tomorrow we might see a few dry patches,” his voice grew harsher as he pulled off his boots and emptied the water from them. “But that’ll soon be gone as -- you guessed it -- more rain arrives. No surprise. Sorry if anyone was getting their hopes up for anything else.”
Luxord nodded sagely, his clear blue eyes tracking a bolt of lightning across the dark horizon. “An excellent weather forecaster you would be in any other world but this. It’s a pity that you already have a job here, Xigbar.” He took a sip from his bourbon glass, enjoying the simple pleasure in how the warm liquor tracked down the back of his throat.
“And what’s that?” Xigbar frowned as he placed his boots back on, finding that they still squelched when he moved. It was going to take forever to get them to dry.
“Why, the local cynic. Your presence would be missed if you left us. No one would be able to fill those boots of yours.”
II gave a roll of his good eye, his upper lip curling in a false smile. “As if. I can think of a few people who’d like to see me gone. And what about you? Why’re you out here drinkin’?”
“A break from the castle was greatly needed. A refreshing bit of air gives much health to the body, even more so when the body is all that we have left in this world.” Luxord jabbed his finger into the air as he declared the last, downing a healthy portion of his liquor in a single gulp.
Xigbar’s belief in Luxord’s words fell flat. Leaning over to look the gambler in his bloodshot eyes, the gunman noted the glassy reflection inside the pupils. From the smell coming off of Luxord, he had been drinking a little more than just bourbon, and elsewhere besides the castle’s landing.
“Larxene’s being a prissy little witch again, isn’t she?”
A pained expression crossing over his face, Luxord confirmed what the one-eyed man guessed. “Whatever had fouled her mood bodes ill for the rest of us men folk. Unless you have a death wish, it would be wisest to avoid that tart as much as possible.” He spoke the next quietly, eyeing Xigbar. “And you. You don’t go walking. So what is your purpose for being out here tonight at this ungodly hour?”
“Xaldin was supposed to be comin’ back from his mission. You know, the one the Superior sent him on. Jerk’s been gone three days now.” The rain drummed a discordant beat against the pavement, echoing down the vacant streets of the city. “I thought I’d wait around for him and maybe see if he wanted to do anything afterwards. I got bored waiting and took a walk. This,” he gestured to his soaked form, “is the result.”
In the quiet, a theatrical sigh caused the gunman to turn. Luxord was leaning heavily up against the wall, standing half out in the rain oblivious to the fact that he was being soaked. All of his concentration was spent on looking forlornly at his bourbon glass, which was empty save for a few drops.
“I think,” the gambler muttered groggily, “that I shall end this evening by returning to my chambers.” He staggered away, moving back down the twisting hall that would lead him into the castle. One hand holding the wall for guidance, Luxord clutched the empty bourbon glass close to his chest. “It may or may not end,” his voiced echoing drunkenly off the walls as he vanished around the corner, “with me meeting a porcelain throne.”
Word Count:: 650
Characters:: Luxord and Xigbar
Summary: Rain, alcohol, and one drunk Gambler. I apoligize for the length of this - I will never do it again.
“Did you enjoy your walk?”
A look would have been enough, but Xigbar never used body language when words could be just as sufficient. Wiping the cold rainwater from his face and glad to have shelter, Xigbar declared, “The weather’s forecast for tonight is rain, followed by more rain. Tomorrow we might see a few dry patches,” his voice grew harsher as he pulled off his boots and emptied the water from them. “But that’ll soon be gone as -- you guessed it -- more rain arrives. No surprise. Sorry if anyone was getting their hopes up for anything else.”
Luxord nodded sagely, his clear blue eyes tracking a bolt of lightning across the dark horizon. “An excellent weather forecaster you would be in any other world but this. It’s a pity that you already have a job here, Xigbar.” He took a sip from his bourbon glass, enjoying the simple pleasure in how the warm liquor tracked down the back of his throat.
“And what’s that?” Xigbar frowned as he placed his boots back on, finding that they still squelched when he moved. It was going to take forever to get them to dry.
“Why, the local cynic. Your presence would be missed if you left us. No one would be able to fill those boots of yours.”
II gave a roll of his good eye, his upper lip curling in a false smile. “As if. I can think of a few people who’d like to see me gone. And what about you? Why’re you out here drinkin’?”
“A break from the castle was greatly needed. A refreshing bit of air gives much health to the body, even more so when the body is all that we have left in this world.” Luxord jabbed his finger into the air as he declared the last, downing a healthy portion of his liquor in a single gulp.
Xigbar’s belief in Luxord’s words fell flat. Leaning over to look the gambler in his bloodshot eyes, the gunman noted the glassy reflection inside the pupils. From the smell coming off of Luxord, he had been drinking a little more than just bourbon, and elsewhere besides the castle’s landing.
“Larxene’s being a prissy little witch again, isn’t she?”
A pained expression crossing over his face, Luxord confirmed what the one-eyed man guessed. “Whatever had fouled her mood bodes ill for the rest of us men folk. Unless you have a death wish, it would be wisest to avoid that tart as much as possible.” He spoke the next quietly, eyeing Xigbar. “And you. You don’t go walking. So what is your purpose for being out here tonight at this ungodly hour?”
“Xaldin was supposed to be comin’ back from his mission. You know, the one the Superior sent him on. Jerk’s been gone three days now.” The rain drummed a discordant beat against the pavement, echoing down the vacant streets of the city. “I thought I’d wait around for him and maybe see if he wanted to do anything afterwards. I got bored waiting and took a walk. This,” he gestured to his soaked form, “is the result.”
In the quiet, a theatrical sigh caused the gunman to turn. Luxord was leaning heavily up against the wall, standing half out in the rain oblivious to the fact that he was being soaked. All of his concentration was spent on looking forlornly at his bourbon glass, which was empty save for a few drops.
“I think,” the gambler muttered groggily, “that I shall end this evening by returning to my chambers.” He staggered away, moving back down the twisting hall that would lead him into the castle. One hand holding the wall for guidance, Luxord clutched the empty bourbon glass close to his chest. “It may or may not end,” his voiced echoing drunkenly off the walls as he vanished around the corner, “with me meeting a porcelain throne.”
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Date: 2006-08-12 04:12 am (UTC)Sign. Me. Up.
*major thumbs up*
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Date: 2006-08-13 01:21 pm (UTC)Luxord's cool,but I wish that he like the other Org. members had been given more time.
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Date: 2006-08-12 09:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-08-13 01:23 pm (UTC)^^ I'm happy it made your day.
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Date: 2006-08-13 12:03 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-11-24 06:16 am (UTC)The whole chapter itself now is up on my FFNet account. Luxord is such a nice character to write of, even briefly.