Post by eldercheese on Jan 3, 2017 2:25:18 GMT
Ok so I have a lot of little stuff for Rain Scars that may or may not make it into the story that I don't really know where to put other then here at the moment. This first one is taking place around my current place in the story which is chapter 30- 33 I don't think it stands alone like drifting might have with some edits. It is however interesting I think. A lot of these are extremely rough a few where simply fire and forget stories. (Shrugs) Could be interesting.
Drabbles, Notes and Asides 1
Rayzona was and had been over the past several months drink as if she was waging war on her body. Which was considerably different the the escapist bend to her normal drinking habits. Ray hardly glanced down at the thick oily substance in her resin tumbler before lifting it swiftly to her lips and knocking it all back.
She tried not to think of David’s expensive watery alien liqueurs as she drank.
The potent cocktail of what was likely industrial strength toxins and illicit substances mixed in a heavy binding agent hit her mouth like a hammer. It scorched the back of her through like a blowtorch and stabbed at her gums like it was armed with knifes. Ray tasted nothing beyond the discomfort.
Ray slapped the tumbler down hard on the counter then flicked it angrily off the bar. She heard it clatter to the ground somewhere out of sight.
Nausea followed swallowing, that meant it might work.
Above her head some kind of projector sputtered flickering off and on as it pumped staticy music into the bar.
The drink joined the other in her gut and boiled angrily as it joined the assault on her impressive native tolerances.
Ray imagined she was drinking a chemical fire.
Rayzona tried not to think of the rallies she had been going to with Ceni. She tried not to think of the other girl at all. Her young body and easy flirtation, it would be so easy. It made Ray feel a familiar emptiness.
Natives jostled against her as the muscled up to the bar for more drinks that none of them could afford to buy. Ray ignored them with the same focused hostility she was employing against her intestines.
The violence offered at those dark gathering places made her forget. The call to action was an interesting experience. It made Cenis supple body and open offer inviting.
Ray emptied another glass of liquid poison aggressively into her mouth. She thought of Shillie and instinctively began to look for a woman with simlar features.
She knew it was coming, the desire to be with Shillie and the chemicals tilting her brain steadily over the edge would lead to her finding someone willing. They would fuck and it would end badly. Ray would shout and lash out, cursing and kicking the girl until they parted way.
There was the chance Ray would leave a body behind this time.
Back to the reclaimer, full terminal with a head caved in or a neck throttled.
Wondering would follow, Ray walking up and down the narrow crowded streets of hab 22 until she was home again some hours after the affair. It was a matter of finding comfort then, taking her trembling roommate into her arms and trying desperately to squeeze a few hopeless hours of sleep out of the night until her next shift.
Her next shift and the cocktail of uppers that would carry her through the day and back to bed with Shillie.
Ray shoved all the glasses before her to the floor, handily gaining the bartender's attention. She snatched the drink away from the tender before it touched the bar top.
The drink vanished and Ray waited for her night to implode again.
Well I think everything is going to end well here...
Drabbles, Notes and Asides 1
Rayzona was and had been over the past several months drink as if she was waging war on her body. Which was considerably different the the escapist bend to her normal drinking habits. Ray hardly glanced down at the thick oily substance in her resin tumbler before lifting it swiftly to her lips and knocking it all back.
She tried not to think of David’s expensive watery alien liqueurs as she drank.
The potent cocktail of what was likely industrial strength toxins and illicit substances mixed in a heavy binding agent hit her mouth like a hammer. It scorched the back of her through like a blowtorch and stabbed at her gums like it was armed with knifes. Ray tasted nothing beyond the discomfort.
Ray slapped the tumbler down hard on the counter then flicked it angrily off the bar. She heard it clatter to the ground somewhere out of sight.
Nausea followed swallowing, that meant it might work.
Above her head some kind of projector sputtered flickering off and on as it pumped staticy music into the bar.
The drink joined the other in her gut and boiled angrily as it joined the assault on her impressive native tolerances.
Ray imagined she was drinking a chemical fire.
Rayzona tried not to think of the rallies she had been going to with Ceni. She tried not to think of the other girl at all. Her young body and easy flirtation, it would be so easy. It made Ray feel a familiar emptiness.
Natives jostled against her as the muscled up to the bar for more drinks that none of them could afford to buy. Ray ignored them with the same focused hostility she was employing against her intestines.
The violence offered at those dark gathering places made her forget. The call to action was an interesting experience. It made Cenis supple body and open offer inviting.
Ray emptied another glass of liquid poison aggressively into her mouth. She thought of Shillie and instinctively began to look for a woman with simlar features.
She knew it was coming, the desire to be with Shillie and the chemicals tilting her brain steadily over the edge would lead to her finding someone willing. They would fuck and it would end badly. Ray would shout and lash out, cursing and kicking the girl until they parted way.
There was the chance Ray would leave a body behind this time.
Back to the reclaimer, full terminal with a head caved in or a neck throttled.
Wondering would follow, Ray walking up and down the narrow crowded streets of hab 22 until she was home again some hours after the affair. It was a matter of finding comfort then, taking her trembling roommate into her arms and trying desperately to squeeze a few hopeless hours of sleep out of the night until her next shift.
Her next shift and the cocktail of uppers that would carry her through the day and back to bed with Shillie.
Ray shoved all the glasses before her to the floor, handily gaining the bartender's attention. She snatched the drink away from the tender before it touched the bar top.
The drink vanished and Ray waited for her night to implode again.
Well I think everything is going to end well here...