Who: Dr. Clement Varker and unfortunate you!
What: Varker's having a minor(major?) break down and finds himself incapable of controlling this rolling rage that a certain Vash the Stampede has set off.
When: August 5th
Where: The Speakeasy and random empty rooms around the Barge.
Warnings: Strong possibilities of heavy language, mentions of suicide, alcoholism and a very angry man breaking shit. will mark individual CWs as they come



He'd hung up but there was something that seemed to break loose during his conversation with Vash. As if the handle on the faucet had come clean off, the anger is flowing so freely that it scares him little, throwing his communicator at the wall with a scream. It's so loud that it startles Lullabee awake, and that was it.

He can't be in here right now, not with her delicate ears, not after she'd just gotten over Audrey's screeching during the first few days of his toll. When he leaves he doesn't even attempt to shut the door softly, the slam of the heavy mahogany door echoing in the corridor.

And across from him is that room that he often uses for the bathroom instead of going to the inmate bathrooms, his steps heavy as he crosses into it. When he leaves an hour later the room is completely torn apart, nothing is in functional order, what can be broken is, and if he's bleeding because he'd cut himself in the process of shattering the sink, or the toilet or the mirror? He doesn't seem to care much, the blood flowing heavily from the cut and leaving a trail before the wound slowly closes.

By the time he's made it down to the Speakeasy the blood has dried on his arm, stained his shirt and pants with no trace of the wound left aside from the staining.

Making a beeline for the bar, he finds something irresponsible to consume straight, there is no care for taste as he tips the bottle back and parks himself in front of the Warden ledger.

Half an hour later that bottle is empty, but he's not quite done. He wants sloppy like the night he arrived, and reaching that point is difficult when his body is processing his drink as it continues to heal itself.