Legend of Os'Roth - A Pirate's Dream » Places

         Octavia stiffened when the arm wrapped around her shoulders but forced herself to remember who it was. It was Nair, someone that was a part of her crew. It wasn't any of the filth that she lived with. He wouldn't hurt her. She visibly relaxed into his embrace.

"I... I hope so... I just want to get extremely drunk and forget that stupid letter..." She muttered, hesitantly curling into Nair's side. She, almost shyly, rested her head on his shoulder. What surprised her was the fact she was so comfortable with him. She usually hated him. But he was offering her something she desperately needed. Maybe she could trust him...

She grabbed her bag and pulled out a plain bottle, filled with whiskey. She unscrewed the top and took a heavy swig. She curled back up into Nair, her inhibitions already lowered from her limited drinking. "I mean, who the hell does he think he is...? Sendin' me a fucking letter, boldly claiming shit like that..." She muttered, nursing the bottle, drinking more and more.