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The galaxy is just a little simpler when you’re drunk. The aching reality of soberness can be wiped away with just a few glasses, and once you’ve cleansed yourself of reality responsibility and worry tend to fade off with it. The only absolute in Eceil’s life was this, and when he indulged himself in this fact life was good…or at least not as bad.
Having ran out of money sometime past midnight Eceil takes a position at the back of the cantina, where he just watches the locals for maybe an hour or so. He wasn’t quite sure when it happened, but exhaustion finally did hit him, and it left Eceil face down on the table sound asleep.
[ 04-10-2005, 12:40 AM: Message edited by: jolleyjester ]
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