Mordecai couldn't believe it. First the girl pops out of no where into the Vault like a Siren, then she shoots everyone, then she leaves a fucking medical kit. As if it would make everything better. Then the place started to crumble and they helped drag each other out of the place.
One of the worst days of his life. And that is saying something.
It's been a week. Yet no one seemed interested in doing something the Crimson Raiders would do.
He looked around at the room around him. Everyone looks dejected. No one really expected her to betray them. She was on good terms with everyone except for Lilith. Roland trusted her and got into several with Lilith about it.
Now he's dead and she betrayed them. Guess Lilith was right after all.
He's worried most about the Vault Hunter. She had this influence on people, something that makes her both likable and untrustworthy at the same time. All the while your subconsciousness and intuition is telling you not to trust her, yet your rationality tells you she could be trusted.
Mordecai believes that Zer0 is the most logical person here.
He was never really one to talk much, but today he seemed more silent than usual, cleaning his blade in silence. After disappearing for three days after what happened at the Vault, not replying when asked where he went.
Damn it. He thought. I need a drink.
"Take care of your liver, Mordecai. Or else you'll ruin your figure."
He gritted his teeth, he can't get her out of his mind. He stood up, missing the presence of Bloodwing on his shoulder, and left for Moxxi's bar.
"Roland sent you, didn't he?"
Wow she's short.
He looked at her really creepy mask. It was a blank and featureless white save for the two holes carved for her eyes. Disturbing? Yes. Intimidating? Not very so, considering her small figure. That was what he thought before she opened her mouth.
"...Yeah."
She tossed a cardboard box to him, and he catched it clumsily. Bloodwing screeched in alarm.
"That's your equipment."
He looked in it.
"Well, shit. Look at that!" The various guns, grenades, grenade mods, and ammo tucked into such a small space in orderly compact was impressive. He tried not to shudder at the thought that she just threw a ton of highly explosive material at him.
"What's your name, little lady?"
"Acacia. Come on in for a drink. I can't finish the armagnac by myself." She walked in, and he followed, still holding the box.
He placed the box by the door and was stunned by the modern interior decorating. He felt out of place. Everything was so clean while he's just standing still covered in dust and haven't showered in a week.
And then he smelled the liquor.
Mordecai woke up, a foul taste in his mouth, a bottle right beside him, his back aching and his head pounding. Morning light was shining in through the window of the bar and Moxxi was looking at him.
"Finally awake, sugar?"
What the fuck did I drink? Mordecai thought as tried to recall the events from yesterday night.
"Don't down it all at once. That's no way to appreciate good alcohol. From the way you're drinking, you might as well be drinking medical alcohol."
Mordecai groaned.