Daily Write - Night on the Row (Part 1)

Another story I wrote for my WoW character, Cixithara Daybreaker. Figured it was time to bring it over to the blog. I hope you all enjoy.


She didn’t order glasses of liquor any more. No, she had graduated from that a short while ago. Instead, she ordered her booze by the bottle. Drinking by the glass was just a hassle, for both her and the person serving it. Sure, it would have been simpler (and cheaper) to head to the House Estate and raid their liquor cabinets and wine cellars, however, she wasn’t sure if that was allowed. If so, that place would have been bone dry by now anyway.  Alcohol had become the House’s best friend as of late.

She lazily plunked her coins down as the barkeep placed the dark green bottle in front of her, the liquid sloshing around inside. He did not even make an effort to speak to her. She did not speak to him. What was the purpose of speaking at this point? This place was littered with folks just like her, crawling inside of these dark colored bottles either looking for answers or trying to forget the question. The stories were the same when they were boiled down. And the remedy to the problem was swirling beneath this corked stopper.

Her bottle in hand, she headed off towards the same place she spent every night turning her brain into a bowl of incoherent mush. The Row. Of course only those who spent time on The Row actually called it that. Dark, seedy, and dangerous, the home of all those with jaded views, jilted dreams, and fractured lives who were deemed to simply live broken. It was her new home. She even had her own personal spot, where she melded in with the rest of the “screw the world and everything in it” attitude that was the décor of this place.

Removing the cork with her teeth, she wasted no time taking the first long pull from the bottle.  Cheap and bitter, but she had stop drinking for taste. No, her only aim was to stave off the thoughts that always found her at night, while the rest of the world slept. The ones she could block all day. But with the coming of the night, they rose like black apparitions, haunting her until the coming of the sun the next day.