This bell tolls for you
Sobriety is overrated. Severely. When sobriety ensues, causing your mind to clear and reflect back on what you did or said or agreed to do in a drunken haze- you can now think about it.
You can think.
You can think clearly.
Sobriety sucks.
These are the reasons Mordecai finds himself marching much faster than usual back to the bar that he earlier wouldn't even look at. He marches straight for the counter, Moxxi blinks in shock and steps backward mildly worried, He's furious, or scared- hard to tell with the goggles on. He sits at the center and throws down a large stack of bills wrapped together with a rubber band before pointing to a clear bottle on very top shelf.
"that bottle now."
She doesn't question him, as she reaches for a small shot glass he barks at her.
" I don't need a damn glass just gimme the bottle!"
"sugar-"
" I have never hit a woman in my life but you are pissing me off"
Moxxi clicks her tongue at him before pulling up a small stepladder and bringing down the long necked bottle of unlabeled vodka. He whips it out of her hand before she can place it on the counter.
" Morty... whats this about?"
She watches as he flicks the top off and turns the bottle upside down against his mouth. He drinks without bothering to breathe for almost a full minute, when he slams the bottle back down, its half empty. Moxxi gawks at him wide eyed.
" you're gonna kill yourself like that- what the HELL!?"
He glares at her while he floods his lungs with oxygen then takes another drink, this time the drink is slower but just as long.
" I am not here to talk to you damn it I just want the fucking drink"
" You do not drink THIS heavily- what is this about- I know its not about me-"
It is right then that Lilith marches in to snatch the bottle out of his hand and shove it into Moxxi's.
" We do not have time for you to have some kind of emotional meltdown I just got off the echo. They accepted you and now I need to find daisy so we can get you something to wear to the service."
" Lil please don't make me do this- I was drunk I would never -"
"don't care you already agreed now lets go get you washed and presentable-"
Moxxi chimes curiously.
"service?"
Lilith shakes her head in frustration.
"ceremony! ceremony not service- its not a damn funeral."
Mordecai adds
"to who!?"
"whats the ceremony for? Why are you getting Morty all gussied up?"
Liliths grins splits her face like a sliced injury.
" lucky guy is getting married, tomorrow!"
His panic is evident
"what!?"
" they where gonna give it a month but Zed ran out of sterile needles and … everything else so were doing it tomorrow."
With that Lilith forcibly drags Mordecai out of the bar and back to headquarters. A long string of Truxican curses can be heard all the way back to bar until Lil slams the door shut behind them.
Moxxi stares out at the open doorway, bewildered. That certainly explains the drink... but why is he getting married? When was this decided and WHO IS SHE!? Who is this bitch that just showed up out the damn blue and snatched him up like that. She barely let him drop- did he even touch down before this woman got her claws on him?
It doesn't matter, she has jack now.
She is perfectly fine with this.
She was done with him anyway, that's why she left.
Liar.
She was not done, she is not fine with this.
Liar.
That is not why she left him.
Liar.
He was too much, he was too generous, too affectionate with her.
He made her believe he loved her.
He made her weak.
Who is this bitch who gets to have him like this?
Moxxi glares angrily out the doorway, then without any warning she suddenly flings the bottle at the doorway where it shatters against the frame.
On Athenas Maya sighs as she stares out a window wondering how long til the rain stops. She's not allowed outside in the rain, no clue why. The room is small, white cramped sparse and sterile, only a small twin bed against one wall and a wooden writing desk against the other. All of her possessions sit on top of her other two black gowns in a wooden locker against the foot of her small narrow bed.
A small knock just over the center of her door draws her attention, a familiar knock. She frowns at the door before standing up patting out invisible wrinkles and folding her hands over her stomach.
" you may enter"
"hello sister Maya"
"good afternoon brother Sophis"
"you are required in the Allfathers office."
"as you say"
With that she gives him a curt bow and walks past him down the grid of hallways and doors. Her black gown swaying as she moves, her hair is hidden underneath the long black hood that hangs down her back. Most the edges of her face hidden by the white hem of the hood that covers her forehead cheeks and neck. Maya allows herself to glower all the way across the labyrinth like cathedral until she finds herself standing in front of the tall arced wooden door. She resets her expression and once again pats out invisible wrinkles on her gown before gently knocking.
" you may enter "
The room is wide and spacious, the walls here are a creamy off white, the walls themselves are laden with framed painting of this offices precious occupants. The windows are colored and broken and placed back together, the mosaics pieced together in the likeness of various saints. Underneath Mayas feet is soft plush carpet that many monks worked years to piece together with tiny pieces of wool and the like, it is a single solid color, midnight blue. No image here no faces embedded into it, no one underfoot. The only things that sit atop this carpet is a large oaken desk, matching chair and the black metal stand upon which sits a single little green potted sprout.
The man behind the desk is tired looking with peppery hair only a few inches long pushed backward out of his face. His pale wrinkle etched face, his mouth is a thin line beside which are heavy laugh lines. Crows feet deep and heavy beside his fading brown eyes,eye these eyes that look at Maya with such sorrow.
" My daughter, your time to serve us has come. Please sit."
She looks at him worriedly before nodding and sitting down in the narrow wooden chair in front of his desk. Her hips are too wide to sit back in the chair, so like always she sits on the edge of it. Every chair in the whole place is like this, their subtle way of telling their monks to lay down their forks.
" It has come to attention that Brother Sophis-"
He watches her eye twitch at the mans name.
"has made a contract, an alliance with the people of Pandora."
One of her eyebrows goes up, for just a moment.
" The planet has little to offer us in most aspects however it is plentiful in the space it has to offer. Brother Sophis believes that if we can-"
"father I get it, Sophis wants more land for the church- and to assimilate the native people right?"
He smiles wryly at her, bringing up a hand to scratch his head.
"yes, yes. But they cannot assist us if we do not assist them, they have a very small newly established government. It is struggling to keep its people safe, if fact they only have one stronghold. But it is poverty stricken and disease ridden. They require a vast amount of medical and housing assistance- we cannot offer them all these thing without knowing that they will not-"
"father, please- this chair is still very uncomfortable."
She looks at him bored, he finds himself thinking about how much he will miss her pushing him to point of conversations. He hates when people talk about every leaf on a bush before skirting around it.
" we needed to cement this agreement. They agreed to a marriage in order to ally our peoples, we only have one person strong enough offer to them. You. So you will spend the rest of today being fitted for your wedding dress while the rest of us ready the gardens for your ceremony."
Her eyes narrow into a dart like glare, the color darkens and the three little blue dots underneath her right eye begin to glow.
" as you say Allfather."
Had those words been tangible they would have sank to the floor in a pool of icy venom, the sting however is all the same. He watches as she glares right through him waiting to be dismissed.
"my daughter- just so you are aware of this. Brother Sophis took your name without knowledge. The contract has already been sealed, I cannot take you from this."
"Sophis?"
Crap. Well he sort of deserves it doesn't he?
