[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=97e23b]Bartholomew Rosecliff[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.imgur.com/GxId9ub.jpg[/img][/center][hr][hr][center][b]Location:[/b] Ville au Camp - Kitchen House
[b]Skills:[/b]N/a[/center][hr]
	Bart scrunched his eyes together when Sophia asked if he was okay. What kind of question even was that? She was well aware what he'd been through, what they'd [i]all[/i] been through. She didn't see what he just saw, but this whole thing was fucked to all hell. His eyes welled up for a second, but he pushed it back. He had to be stronger than that. Bartholomew swallowed hard, and said, "[color=97e23b]Not now, but I will be.[/color]" He settled on answering. He got himself up on his feet, and looked towards the Kitchen House. He shook his head at Alexandra, "[color=97e23b]You seriously don't wanna know.[/color]" He said, gagging a bit, the taste of vomit still in his mouth.

	He chuckled a bit at her last comment, and said ,"[color=97e23b]I promise, it'll help more than anything after what I just saw.[/color]" He said, trying to sound lighthearted, but coming through hollow. He forced a smile at her, and hobbled towards the Kitchen House. He shook his head, slinking inside, and seeing Alicia holding a jar of white liquid...? He didn't really know if he should trust any kind of booze coming out of a jar of all things. That would be a step for him, but James quickly encouraged all of them to give it a shot. He sounded enthusiastic, but judging by what the sound of his voice, it was some strong stuff. Alcohol wasn't something he partook in often, but when he did, he went for hard liquor, since if he's drinking, it's pretty much always to get drunk. 

	Bart went to the table, and grabbed for one of the jars, opting to pour a bit into one of the smaller jars instead of drinking straight from a jar like James. He brought it up to his lips slowly, and recoiled at the smell. Sharp, strong, and reeking of alcohol. He briefly reconsidered this course of action, but steadied himself, and slowly brought the drink to his lips. Bartholomew shuddered, choking a mouthful down, the drink burning all the way to his stomach. He coughed, then gritted his teeth, and breathed deep, continuing to nurse the drink, giving himself something to focus on.