Mandoāade forever
Ordo felt as though he was losing his mind. He paced up and down the street and kept looking over at the cantina. Papa Kal had always told them to stay away from such places and the things they offered.Ā
them, he repeated in his mind. His brothers.Ā
Ordo steeled himself and walked into the cantina, and right up to the bar. He looked around at the other patrons. Ordo felt his cheeks burn under his helmet. He took his helmet off, and ordered a t16, the first drink he could find a name for.Ā
A pang of guilt jolted through him and he felt a ball of ice in his gut. He closed his eyes and exhaled. Ordo downed the drink in two gulps and ordered another immediately. Kal drank when he needed to think. Maybe it would help him too. His head was already starting to hurt a bit, however.Ā
Ordo shot back the second drink, and then a third and forth. At this he tried to stand and felt nearly faint. He was falling, and he grabbed at whatever he could to steady himself, which in this case happened to be a person. Ordo tried to apologize and felt his head hit the floor, and afterward, his vision went black.Ā Ā
