[ The last time he'd had too much to drink, it was during the ball. With Rey, in fact. One rare night of peace, where the two were content to just laugh and enjoy each other's company. It hadn't been all that long ago, and yet, now, it feels like a lifetime away. A spark of happiness, a possible beginning to something... new and exciting, now snuffed out. All thanks to the blasted canister.
Now, here he is: the Supreme Leader of nothing, alone and miserable despite having had all the power in the galaxy in his grasp. Drunk, just for the sake of being drunk, because he can, because there's nobody holding his leash anymore. Which is pathetic; he knows it is. But maybe he just wants one night to be pathetic.
With as much as he's consumed already, Ren's connection with the Force is somewhat off kilter. Oh, if he tries, he can reach out and bend it to his will, same as ever. But, as he stumbles out of the bar (which was too loud, too crowded, too irritating), there's this sense that everything's... muted. Just a bit. Perhaps that's why he can actually round a corner and bump right into an enemy, where normally he'd sense at least enough to sidestep. ]
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Now, here he is: the Supreme Leader of nothing, alone and miserable despite having had all the power in the galaxy in his grasp. Drunk, just for the sake of being drunk, because he can, because there's nobody holding his leash anymore. Which is pathetic; he knows it is. But maybe he just wants one night to be pathetic.
With as much as he's consumed already, Ren's connection with the Force is somewhat off kilter. Oh, if he tries, he can reach out and bend it to his will, same as ever. But, as he stumbles out of the bar (which was too loud, too crowded, too irritating), there's this sense that everything's... muted. Just a bit. Perhaps that's why he can actually round a corner and bump right into an enemy, where normally he'd sense at least enough to sidestep. ]