Post by Donnie Greene on Oct 17, 2014 20:27:29 GMT -5
It was only a matter of time until Donnie found his way to this place. A good drink was what he needed. It took a bit of searching and the use of his nose as a bear to sniff out the liquor but he had found it. He walked into the chapel and took a good look around. "Where is the booze?" He said aloud. The chapel gave him no response. He walked around searching until he found a cellar door. He reached down and opened the door and stared into the darkness. "Screw it" He started walking down the stairs until he was surrounded by the darkness. His human eyes were poorly adjusting. Donnie let out a breath and shifted into his black bear form. It had been awhile since he had taken this form, it felt heavy and uncomfortable. He lifted his head and sniffed at the air, he caught the smell of the liquor. He trudged down the hall that he could now see. It was quite a long tunnel, he thought he could see a turn up ahead but it was not yet fully visible. Above he thought he heard footsteps, he froze in place his ears twitched, he was meant with silence. The chapel was as quiet as before. Donnie still waited before pressing on, he had done his best to avoid most others by this point, he hadn't much luck yet with the other inhabitants.
When Donnie arrived to the bar room it was empty, but he had no problems with that. He shook off the form of the bear, and adjusted his shirt and belt. Even though he knew everything fit just fine it still felt necessary to do so. After a few minutes of searching he had found a bottle of moonshine. Instantaneously after unscrewing the top he was met with the most foul stench of liquor he had ever smelt. "Well it's not quite rum or whisky but it oughta do the job." He lifted the bottle and took a swig. He choked it down and let out a gasp. He was not prepared for that level of liquor burn. He grabbed a seat in the back corner of the bar so he could see the entire room, he didn't want any unwelcome surprises. Especially considering he would not be fully functional in a few minutes.
After the bottle was about half empty, Donnie decided he didn't quite like the seat he was in anymore and stumbled across to the bar table. After knocking over two stools he finally secured one and after giving it a quick pat on the seat as to hope it would encourage it to stay still. He hopped up on the stool with a brief moment of panic as he thought he was falling over but after realising he was fine he grinned. "Not only do I have the strength of a bear but I got the grace of a hawk." He let out a laugh, then returned to drinking. A few moments later the bottle was empty and he sat there staring at the bottom of it. At this moment a small beetle crawled across the table. Donnie picked it up and dropped it into the bottle. As the beetle struggled to get out Donnie sat back and stared at it. It kept trying to crawl up the sides with no avail. Continuously falling back into the small droplets of moonshine left. "That, right there bud is just how I feel." This time he laughed a bit quieter. He tipped the bottle over and let the beetle out. "Only difference is I got mercy and them ass hats up top ain't got none."
When Donnie arrived to the bar room it was empty, but he had no problems with that. He shook off the form of the bear, and adjusted his shirt and belt. Even though he knew everything fit just fine it still felt necessary to do so. After a few minutes of searching he had found a bottle of moonshine. Instantaneously after unscrewing the top he was met with the most foul stench of liquor he had ever smelt. "Well it's not quite rum or whisky but it oughta do the job." He lifted the bottle and took a swig. He choked it down and let out a gasp. He was not prepared for that level of liquor burn. He grabbed a seat in the back corner of the bar so he could see the entire room, he didn't want any unwelcome surprises. Especially considering he would not be fully functional in a few minutes.
After the bottle was about half empty, Donnie decided he didn't quite like the seat he was in anymore and stumbled across to the bar table. After knocking over two stools he finally secured one and after giving it a quick pat on the seat as to hope it would encourage it to stay still. He hopped up on the stool with a brief moment of panic as he thought he was falling over but after realising he was fine he grinned. "Not only do I have the strength of a bear but I got the grace of a hawk." He let out a laugh, then returned to drinking. A few moments later the bottle was empty and he sat there staring at the bottom of it. At this moment a small beetle crawled across the table. Donnie picked it up and dropped it into the bottle. As the beetle struggled to get out Donnie sat back and stared at it. It kept trying to crawl up the sides with no avail. Continuously falling back into the small droplets of moonshine left. "That, right there bud is just how I feel." This time he laughed a bit quieter. He tipped the bottle over and let the beetle out. "Only difference is I got mercy and them ass hats up top ain't got none."