fandomtownies | Caritas, Friday Evening

Fjord spat out a mouthful of blood and a chunk of busted tusk, walked into Caritas, made his way behind the bar, poured a shot of whiskey, set it to the side, and took a swig straight from the bottle, following it up with a hissing sound in response to the burn that came as a result.

Really, the less said about how tired he looked or how he'd apparently been throwing himself at fights for the entirety of the day, the better. At least if any splicers followed him in, they'd be out again in short order.

He was done with this place. Time to go somewhere that didn't just encourage the creepy dream eyes with the all-encompassing doom voice, please.

[OOC: I knew I was forgetting one. Happy Friday!]