[h3][right][color=ADADAD]Silas’ Catharsis[/color][/right][/h3][right][@Stanifly][@Tlazolteotl][@silver21][/right]

[indent][indent][i][color=808080][b]”You ordering, or just here to fall apart?"[/b][/color][/i][/indent][/indent]
[color=ADADAD]Her voice feels like a needle in his head, invasive to his exact turmoil happening currently. It’s not like she [i]sounds[/i] like she’s trying to bother him though. Just a voice. Or more. More what? A guide? A narrator? Whatever, maybe he’s thinking too hard. That’s all he ever does.

Silas tilts his head to the side to see the woman sitting there with her own drink. Ah… Pretty. The neon lighting inside the glass of the bar counter reflects off her features nicely. [i]Very[/i] nicely. Or that’s just his eyes wanting to see something worth it.
 
[i]Anything. Anything. Literally anything.[/i]

“Depends, darlin’… Anythin’ cheap t’order?” He mumbles in response, a little rough sounding, his throat does feel dry, a drink [i]would[/i] be nice. His gaze drifts past her and allows himself to try to actually focus on what’s around him in this blacklit club. He swears something is at the counter that is… Not… Human. Is that a dragon or oversized lizard? What the fuck is that? 

His eyes narrow just slightly. It looks like it’s speaking to something else that is also not quite human, he can’t hear it though or really make out any exact shape still with the lack of brightness in the place and ever present dull throbbing in his temple.

He blinks and shakes his head with a sharp inhale into a near frustrated run of his hand over his eyes before looking back down at his hands over neon glass. 
Don’t focus on drug induced hallucinations, bad for the head.[/color]