[PS] United Barracks

[Aero]

Time had gone by; a lot of time. He had been waiting there much longer than he anticipated, and he was far from thrilled about it. Other competitors had begun to show up to the barracks, but none of them seemed nearly as experienced as the alien. They all seemed to be full of glee, but still hiding their anxiety of war. They would adapt to war, but it may be too late by then. War as ruthless, and didn?t allow people to merely understand it. No, war killed the young and the hopeful. That was just war though.

He slowly reached his hand into his pants' pocket and slowly pulled out a forty ounce bottle of vodka. ?They may be able to take me away from the alcohol, but they can?t take the alcohol away from me.? He muttered as he twisted the cap off and slowly brought it to his lips. ?I?m going to get tipsy regardless.? He then tilted the bottle, allowing the vodka inside to slide down into his mouth; a gulp forced it down his throat.

The alcohol quenched his thirst, and patched his craving with a small Band-Aid. It would make him less depressed as well, but after the slight tipsy would ware off, the depression would come back harder and with new vigor.

Gokua would have pulled out the bag of marijuana he had stashed in another pocket, but he knew that these young soldiers would try to convince him in sharing his herb; fucking children. He would just have to save that for later; for the battlefield.

Then a stench caught his smell off guard. His nostrils flared upward as his eyes quickly moved about, wanting to know where the smell originated from. It was the smell of a drunk, and it wasn?t him. None of the people that occupied the room, however, seemed like the type that would result to alcohol abuse.



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OOC: Yeah, he smells you, Tapion.