[OPEN] Booze & Booty

[javier]

[STYLE=font-family:arial black; font-weight:bold; color:#282828; font-size:40px; letter-spacing:-7px; line-height:30px]Ha r d As s Mo f o[/style][STYLE=font-family=ms gothic; letter-spacing:5px; font-size:12px; line-height:10px; margin-bottom:4px; margin-top:3px;]I don't eat turkey, but I'm about to go ham[/style]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,border-top:1px solid #282828; width:450px;][STYLE=margin-top:5px; float:left; width:100px; height:100px; border:4px solid #C92A2A; margin-right:7px; margin-bottom:2px;][/style][STYLE=font-size:10px; font-family:arial; text-align:justify; line-height:10px; margin-top:4px; margin-bottom:5px;]The sun coursed through its daily routine, rising high into the melancholy fixture of prism azure before cascading back across the horizon. It was at this point, as always, that Javier was stirred from his slumber; perhaps it was an internal clock set in his brain to awake at sunset, or perhaps it was the fact that he went to bed at sunrise with large quantities of alcohol filtering through his system. Either way, sleeping through everything was typically his way of avoiding a massive hangover. The only downside being that he didn't even awake to urinate, and with alcohol needing to be purged from the body, he had to piss eventually. Which he did; and when he would awake, he would immediately take a dip in the ocean, switch pants, and head out to find the nearest bar. Besides, when he wasn't on the sea's, drinking and eating and gambling the majority of his income away was how he had fun. That, and the occasional nightly prostitute that he typically paid, used, then took his money back. Getting up from his sleeping position, he stared out over the ocean and took his normal routine for cleaning up. After getting back out, he lit a cigarette and looked at where he had been sleeping. Javier was never sure how he quite fell asleep between two barrels and a rope and somehow didn't wake up. Inhaling, he felt a strong grumble from his stomach. Lowering his hand, he rubbed his belly and his brow lowered. It was time to hit the night and get some grub. Making his way into the town, he began scanning for the nearest bar & grill, puffing on his cigarette slowly, and just taking his time in general. Most Golem's were peaceful, reserved, anti-social beings; not Javier. He was the exact opposite, his environment overcoming his nature through life. That was why he typically hid his race, as Golem's weren't exactly well known and appreciated. Finding a small bar and grill, he entered, taking to the counter. "Rum. Chicken, grilled."

[/b][/font] Finishing his cigarette, he grounded it into the counter and yawned.
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[evangeline]

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