SUMO ATTACK — private

[PINCHER]

He knew that the habits he had were meant for only harm and destruction. They were only temporary solutions to a permanent cost but now...Pincher didn't care as much. Maybe he had returned with a more reckless attitude, perhaps he was no longer afraid to die after already facing death before. But Pincher had been trapped in that murky darkness, haunted by not only the creatures that had brought him back to life but also memories that taunted his future and blinding him with shame. Mainly it was his first born sons that came to destroy whatever confidence he had in himself, their faded wails all that he could cling to. He had been an idiot, a fool. He had gotten them killed and had not been able to help them and so now they taunted him, mocking him to the point that he felt completely and utterly alone as if he was back in those cursed waves.

His lower jaw locked as he glared at the tequila, a dark aching expression beginning to crack into his facial features. He wanted to cry. He needed to cry so why didn't he? The whispers in his head were faded and beginning to grow murky as he bent his head down to bite down on the edge of the shot glass and jerk his head quickly to take another quick shot of the burning golden liquid, grimacing ever so slightly before settling down with a small sigh escaping his jaws. He lowered his head to softly thump against the table wood, his usually sleek obsidian fur slightly deshuffled. His eyelids began to feel heavy and he grumbled softly, tempted to slip into sleep but the loud cluttering of other crewmates socializing wasn't really helping so he pulled himself up to press his back against the chair and preparing to take another shot when he heard the clearing of a throat. He stopped midway from his drink, the glass slightly tipped before Pincher's piercing arctic blue eyes snapped to the warm coffee brown gaze of Connor. He raised a fictional eyebrow at the "Captain" as he let out a small chuckle as he mumbled "No one else calls me Captain. Evening, kid. And sure why not, step right up." He nodded towards the empty chair across the table with his cool hazy eyes fluttering back to the liquid, wondering if he should drink it but then he remembered Connor was joining him. Might as well be polite as Pincher questioned "Ya want some good ol' tequila?" Did the blue tabby drink? He seemed rather different, a little too pure for someone that was rugged like Pincher. But who knew, he wasn't really one to judge based on one's appearance, where was the fun in that?

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