[center][h3][color=a0410d][b]Luke Godfrey
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A bark of laughter escaped Luke as Diana spilled her drink in a trembling fit of rage after his relentless jabs towards her height. Luke was forced to hold his sides once he caught her embarrassed expression before shaking his head as she began to glare daggers towards him. She was a fierce little thing alright, but thanks to years of pissing people off and making enemies her death glare only helped amuse him even more. Compared to all of the people he’s pissed off in the past she only reminded him of an adorably miffed off blonde puppy. He only shrugged as she blamed him for the spill and took a quick swig of his drink with a smirk.[color=a0410d] “Oh come on, it’s not my fault the mugs to big for ya,” [/color]he chuckled, resisting the urge to bite his lip in amusement as his small jokes just kept coming. He may regret it when he’s sober, but screw it! It was just to tempting and easy to get her going. 

Luke gulped down another wave of booze before letting out a heavy, tired sigh. He chuckled as he heard Diana make her cringe worthy joke on his name, but he found himself unable to call her out on it. She may have been right when she said things weren’t looking good for him and honestly as he looked into his half empty mug, she may be right. Sober Luke would shame him at the very moment drunk Luke began to doubt his ability to win. Silently he began to remember when he worked in his hometowns tavern, nicking drinks whenever he could, listening to the rugged adults bark out curse after curse while telling stories that would have Luke enthralled with every word and how amazing the world outside of his home sounded. 

His thoughts were brought back as he heard Diana call him a dumbass and chuckled lightly as he leaned back in his seat. He forgot why he was called a dumbass really, but in his drunken state and his home on the mind Luke began to silently ponder her insult. Was it a mistake to leave? Luke’s mind began to slowly drift as he gazed into his mug, his smile shrinking slightly as he continued to think on his choices. He loved his home and everyone there, even the town drunks. Hell, this was the first time he’s even left the damn place. The farthest he’s gone was when he went hunting with his father in the woods. All of the stories he’s heard from the adults of the outside world were so amazing, so exciting that he thought if he went out to see it for himself that things would be so incredibly different. Well, things are surly different now, but not in the way he was hoping for. He missed his home, his friends, his sisters. Why did he have to leave?

As the question lingered in his mind an image flashed in his head that made his body tense slightly. Luke could feel his heartbeat increase slightly as he continued to see the image of a distraught woman through a keyhole, rocking back and forth as she spoke to thin air while her eyes remained covered by her long messy black hair, stray lines of pure white hair becoming more and more visible with the aid of a nearby fire place. He closed his eyes for a brief moment before images after images from his memory continued run through his head. He remembered a kitchen knife, a raging storm, his infant sisters dark room and a trembling door. A chilling wave of emotions washed over Luke as he tightened his grip around his mug without realizing his white knuckles. It all just kept repeating in his head, the horrible memories refusing to just die off, refusing to allow Luke to forget it all and enjoy the present. It was like a damn parasite eating away at his soul and mind, rotting away anything he held dear and devouring it with twisted glee. When can he get rid of this? Never, he could never rid of this since this curse would forever run through his damn [color=9e0b0f]BLOOD[/color], never showing any signs of going away and mocking him with these damn memories! Finally the images began to dull slightly, before he could opened his eyes to bring an end these god-awful flashes a final image came to mind that gripped his stomach with such a horrible, gut retching feeling. What caused his heart to skip a beat was the final image of a crazed and wild bloodshot eye peering back at him through a keyhole, a animal like thirst for blood clear as it glared back. 

Luke opened his eyes, his smile replaced with a small frown and a shiver running up his spine. He must have spaced out for a sec since he caught Diana asking Isaac who he thought was gonna win. [i][color=a0410d]‘Oh, that’s right… drinking contest,’[/color][/i] he thought to himself as he looked to his half empty mug, his eyes looking much heavier thanks to the uncharastic frown that rested on his face. A moment ago he question why he would come here, why he would leave his loving home which he loved to the very core. Now, as reality hit him, Luke had his questions answered. It all felt so frustrating as he knew exactly what those images were and how only he’s the only one who knows about that night. Not wanting to linger on it anymore he rubbed his face with a groan before downing the rest of his mug and slamming it on the table, the alcohol aiding slightly. 

Luke was a bit surprised actually as he began to feel his body finally grow heavier and heavier by the second, the exhaustion from yesterday finally taking hold. He looked to the messy table with scattered mugs, empty or filled, and felt his hand become wet with the spilled booze from Diana. He simply wiped his hand clean on his pants and sighed as he vaguely remembered the bets of the contest. It might be because of the booze, or simply because he could give a damn at this point, but Luke took a deep breath and forced a smile as he looked to the two. [color=a0410d]“Fuck it,” [/color]he stated simply before snatching up two full mugs and holding them high. [color=a0410d]“Might as well go down with a big bang!”[/color] he laughed before knocking back his head and chugging the two mugs at the same time. Streams of beer ran down his chin and neck as he only gulped down wave after wave of booze with maybe a bit too much eagerness, but he didn’t stop. He didn’t want to stop. He just needed to drown everything away. He was tired and this was the best way to get a nap around here. 

Finally with one last gulp Luke slammed the mugs onto the table with a gasp of both satisfaction and need for air. After a second or two he began to feel his last leg finally begin to give out, letting a small smile of relief come to his face. With a heavy sigh Luke looked to his drinking partners, both a bit blurry as he began to sway side to side, and chuckled. [color=a0410d]“I’m tired,” [/color]he simply muttered with his usual grin, though his eyes betrayed his expression as they looked heavy and worn out. With nothing else to say the mighty Luke fell out of his chair and onto the floor, silently finding comfort in the cold surface of the hardwood and smirking slightly as it briefly reminded him of his hometown tavern. A grunt escaped him as he rolled onto his back before giving one last chuckle and closed his eyes, relief washing over him as the weight of his eyelids were finally growing to heavy for him. A small smile came over Luke’s face as he drifted off to slumber without a single care in the world.

[@Landaus Five-One][@Smike]