>>18139451She grabbed her glass and drained it again, growling at the bartender for a third. He hesitated a moment, but when he realized the big buff beach queen wasn't playing around, a third glass soon appeared before her.
This time though, Duna didn't touch it. She just stared at it, letting it sit there.
Why was she even doing this? Why was she still fighting? She couldn't brag about being the biggest and the strongest when there were women like Bishamonta that towered over her. She couldn't brag about being the best when she could never win when she needed it.
One shot. That's all she had wanted. Over and over again, she had pushed herself, drove herself to win that one title shot that she wanted so very dearly, but every single time it slipped away from her.
Every. Single. Time.
She growled, grabbing the glass in front of her and emptying it in one long drink. She slammed down the empty glass, and the bartender set to work on another.
Duna sighed again, and suddenly slumped forward, letting her head rest on the counter before her. This didn't matter. None of this mattered. It was all so very, very pointless, and she was so very ready to just call it quits.
>"Queen of the Beach. What a goddamn joke..."(2/2)
