12-05-2018, 01:11 AM
[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: times new roman;"]Clarence had never been a heavy drinker, especially not before he joined the Navy. Drinking was a social custom but his mother had never cared much for it and, well, Clarence did just about anything that would make her happy. One thing that made her happy was not seeing her son out drunk with his friends. Besides, he had his little sister to help look after. He couldn't very well do that drunk. After he'd joined the military, though, things changed. There were many long, boring nights aboard the Queen Charlotte and he and his crewmates had to resort to something for entertainment. He didn't get drunk often, but if he did it was only to bring a bit more fun to an otherwise uninteresting game of cards. He was never one for getting overly drunk, but he did indulge in a few drinks here and there. Another purpose they had served was putting him to sleep. it wasn't very restful but it was better than nothing. He'd get exhausted and pass out before he knew what was going on, just the way he liked it. He'd had some fellow soldiers who carried a flask on their belt, but he'd never been the type.
Recently the nightmares that'd been haunting him just felt a bit too overwhelming. He wasn't sure if he'd use alcohol to go to sleep or just to relax, but he felt like he wanted something to drink. Not too much, of course, but just something to ease his mind. Everything was so different and strange; he needed some sense of normalcy. Whisky could provide that. He wasn't actually sure how much he'd be able to drink in this smaller body, if he could even find any alcohol, given how much smaller it was compared to when he'd been a human. Miraculously, he did find some whisky and settled down on the beach of the starpool. As he drank, the large feline seemed to grow more lethargic than anything and, for once, looked relaxed. He wasn't sitting in posture, his eyes were bright or alert. He was finally relaxing, something that likely wouldn't have been possible without the aid of the whisky by his side. Still, he kept true to the promise he gave himself. He drank enough that his head seemed to swim through ink, but not so much he was unaware of himself completely.
Recently the nightmares that'd been haunting him just felt a bit too overwhelming. He wasn't sure if he'd use alcohol to go to sleep or just to relax, but he felt like he wanted something to drink. Not too much, of course, but just something to ease his mind. Everything was so different and strange; he needed some sense of normalcy. Whisky could provide that. He wasn't actually sure how much he'd be able to drink in this smaller body, if he could even find any alcohol, given how much smaller it was compared to when he'd been a human. Miraculously, he did find some whisky and settled down on the beach of the starpool. As he drank, the large feline seemed to grow more lethargic than anything and, for once, looked relaxed. He wasn't sitting in posture, his eyes were bright or alert. He was finally relaxing, something that likely wouldn't have been possible without the aid of the whisky by his side. Still, he kept true to the promise he gave himself. He drank enough that his head seemed to swim through ink, but not so much he was unaware of himself completely.