zra threw her empty whisky bottle against a tree, drunkenly snickering as it shattered. night settled over nemus, and that meant it was time for trouble. earth drunk ezra was a little shit, and PE ezra would be no different. the past few weeks flew by, and for some reason she couldn’t keep her head on straight. she was on edge with everything, and just flat out angry. nothing made (or would have made)it better, until she saw the whisky bottle at the trading post.

stealing it would have been easier if she had an accomplice, but she’d figure it out. ezra waited until around noon, the busiest hour. the trading area had so many people – she felt claustrophobic just looking at them. ezra spied her target – an old crotchety man who had almost any alcohol you could think of. really, that’s what you decided to bring to a new planet? she couldn’t judge THAT much, she did bring a journal and a pen (as if that would save her life) with her.

“what will you take for that one there?” ezra walked up, pointing to a small size vial of clear liquid that she assumed was vodka. the man sized her up, clearly suspicious. she only had her canteen with her, so not much for someone who wanted to make a trade. he leaned forward, breath reeking of rum and in a thick russian accent replied, “one pack cigarettes.” ezra snarled, no way it was worth that much! she looked both ways, adrenaline pumping as a large wave of people flooded the street. this was it! “fine,” she replied, murmuring ‘bastard’ under her breath, and reaching into her breast pocket. as the crowd hustled by, ezra lurched forward, ramming her thigh into the side of table to portray the image that she was pushed.

the man howled as the table flipped, sending most of his precious bottles crashing onto the hard pact ground. key word: most. as the man scrambled to save what little he had left, ezra swiped two bottles and slipped them under her jacket. just like that, she melted into the crowd and was carried off. one benefit of being short and surrounded by people is that no one can see your head! ezra laughed out loud as she heard the commotion behind her. one pack cigarettes my ass.

and so here she was, breaking the bottle she chugged and patrolling the trails through nemus, unable to sleep. most people were asleep though, a few citizens crowded around a fire and talked lowly, but for the most part she was alone. ezra popped open the top to the second bottle, which was about the size of a regular water bottle. she was already having trouble walking in a straight line, but fuck it. maybe if she finished this off she would figure out why she was feeling so down. or maybe be incredibly hung over and have a pounding head for 2 days, why not find out?

ezra took a swig, laughing giddily as the firecracker rum burned her throat. THIS was what she had been missing so much. she traipsed further around the trail, rounding a corner towards two watchers. shit. okay, play it cool, don’t make eye contact. “hey!” shit! ezra halted, casting them an annoyed side glance. “what’sss up?” she replied, tongue heavy in her mouth. she drew her hand behind her back to hide the rum and set her shoulders, already wanting a fight. (because that’s a good decision!) “it’s late and you should head back to the rest of the colony,” the watcher pointed towards the fire where the group sat.


ezra eyed him for a moment, eyes tracing to where he pointed, then back to him. “no,” she replied flatly, and continued walking. she was going to do whatever the hell she pleased, thank you! luckily it was already dark so they couldn’t see her face or else she wouldn’t have been so ballsy. ezra maneuvered her arm in front of her, clutching her drink closely. she honestly should have expected them to do something, but drunk ezra didn’t think about consequences, she just did stupid shit.

she felt the hand grasp on her shoulder – not roughly, probably just to get her to listen. but that didn’t matter. ezra whirled, smashing the bottle to the watchers head. her reaction time surprised her, and the watcher definitely didn’t see it coming. he got caught on the temple, howling as glass embedded into his cheek and forehead. ezra had turned tail and broke into a sprint before he even hit the ground, wheezing as she felt the alcohol slosh around her belly. yeah she was throwing up later. she crashed through the trees, flailing wildly as she tried to escape the watcher footsteps behind her.