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Post by Joe Fischer on Mar 23, 2015 7:38:29 GMT -6
Joe unhesitatingly took the glass, yelled "NO REGRETS!" and downed the contents.
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Post by Eric Lysander on Mar 23, 2015 10:45:31 GMT -6
Eric watched his younger counterpart down Karn’s offered glass of alcoholic substance. In his seat he crossed his arms and put one leg over another as he waited for the effects. “I bet in a moment,” he commented, pointing at Joe “He’s either gonna find it hard to stand, find Jesus… or maybe find his virginity again!”
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Post by Maelstrom on Mar 23, 2015 11:29:00 GMT -6
"I hear the stuff is like concentrated absinthe," Maelstrom said. "Pretty much remove everything but the alcohol and hallucinogens, and you get ryncol."
He smirked. "No wonder krogan tend to be bat-shit crazy."
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Post by Esteban Bridges on Mar 23, 2015 22:54:05 GMT -6
Esteban raised his glass to Joseph's toast, repeating the former N7's words. He held the glass high, up against the dim light ... watching how the shimmering amber looked like liquid jewels. With a subtle smile, he downed the rest of the drink.
"If Joseph passes out, he can stay on the sofa," Esteban said to the group at large, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. The muscles were unexpectedly tense. He winced, taking a deep breath... staying quiet for a moment.
"....no wonder Krogan tend to be batshit crazy."
"I don't think so," Esteban heard himself reply. He hid his surprise, listening to the words flowing from his lips.. the wisdom of the liquor, he assumed. "With how screwed up the galaxy is, I think ryncol's the only logical response to it all."
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Post by Maelstrom on Mar 24, 2015 0:06:04 GMT -6
"With how screwed up the galaxy is, I think ryncol's the only logical response to it all."
Maelstrom could not bite his tongue. He guessed that was the effect of his multiple drinks. "No. The only logical response is to prepare yourself to defend yourself and that you hold dear. Alcohol can be a reward for a long day of doing that job or, within reason, as a means of forgetting what you've had to do in that pursuit. To accept it as the response to the problems of the galaxy in absence of doing that, though... well, one might as well just take a different kind of shot in the mouth."
"That's why the krogan deserve ryncol. Why we deserve our drinks here tonight. There'd be a lot fewer problems in this galaxy, though, if everyone did the work to earn them, like we have."
Quieter, to himself rather than the others, he said, "That still doesn't mean we all aren't bat-shit crazy."
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Post by Joe Fischer on Mar 24, 2015 9:09:28 GMT -6
Whatever it was, it burned going down, but once it passed his taste buds, there was…nothing.
He looked over at the krogan.
“Karn, whoever you got this from, I think you should…”
Then it hit him.
Even though he was standing still, the room began to tilt as though the ship went into a hard banking turn. He had drunk enough in his life to know he was going down, but he’d be damned if he wasn’t going to make a joke about it.
He looked over at Esteban and said, “Boss, did you forget to pay the gravity bill again?”
The deck rushed up to greet him.
[AUTHOR NOTE: Joe is not passed out; it’s just that his sense of balance has been compromised.]
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Post by Weyrloc Karn on Mar 24, 2015 10:16:31 GMT -6
It almost seemed like a wheeze exhaled from the krogans throat as he watched Fischer down the glass. He would mostly drown in the drinks he prepared without much of a change in his stance, but he knew full well what he was doing. And just like that, as the human found himself dropping to the floor, the krogan snapped into a roar of laughter, rubbing at his eye slightly as he finds a great amount of amusement to the situation. The fact the human just drank the glass down without any hesitation, garnered some respect, but a hell lot of laughter.
"Hah! The hell did you expect would happen? I even watered that crap down..", he snickers out.
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Post by Eric Lysander on Mar 24, 2015 12:55:40 GMT -6
Eric wheezed as he rose from his seat to assist the inebriated N7 back on his feet. “Yep… gravity’s a bitch, idn’t it? C'maan, get up soldier. The carpet can’t smell that good…”
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Post by Joe Fischer on Mar 24, 2015 21:40:06 GMT -6
“Soldier?!” Joe yelled, rising to his feet. “You know why the Marines exist, right? So soldiers can have someone to look up to!”
*****
At least, that was how he pictured it in it his head. What came out sounded like gibberish thanks to his tongue--which felt a meter thick--and most of his body had apparently gone on strike in protest of what he had ingested.
You’re going to put that in me? Okay, well I’ll just take my sweet time recovering from it. I have been meaning to read “War and Peace” for a while now…
I can’t believe he watered it down…
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Post by Weyrloc Karn on Mar 27, 2015 12:19:56 GMT -6
The krogan simply laughs to the situation, a usual case of human stubbornness and the sheer fact Fischer downed an entire glass, pretty much made his day from that point on. He refills himself another mess of thick liquid, before drinking again, not all that phased at that point. Still, a little buzz wasn't all that bad, compared to the floor Joe had quickly greeted.
"Wow, I thought you were thick skulled, but damn did I not expect that!", he chuckles out as he moves over to the pair.
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Post by Eric Lysander on Mar 30, 2015 11:29:02 GMT -6
Eric did his best to keep Joe balanced. “Don’t try ta talk, son. You’ll only gnaw off yer tongue.” He waved a hand in front of Joe’s eyes. “Ay… ya still with us?”
The senior N7 then put an arm around the junior’s shoulders and propped him against himself. “My friends… I believe we have ourselves here… an inebriated member of the uniform…”
Eric felt the occurrence should be marked somehow and did so by singing an ancient sea chant, modifying it for the present time and place. The song threatened actions that the singer knew better not to carry out.
“Ohhhh, what do we do with a drunk N7? What do we do with a drunk N7? What do we do with a drunk N7 stan-din’ in our quar-ters? Spin ‘im round like the wooden globe that’s - spin ‘im round like the wooden globe that’s - spin ‘im round like the wooden globe that’s stan-din’ in our quar-ters…!”
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Post by Shala'Bekk vas Neema on Apr 2, 2015 16:50:50 GMT -6
[AUTHOR NOTE: This post is in reply to Maelstrom's story "Dining on Ashes".]
Shala was in the middle of dinner when the message came.
“What is it?” asked Theraxos Loressan, her dinner companion. This was the third time in a week that they had dinner together.
“It is a message from an old friend,” she said, choosing her words carefully. “He will be coming by the Citadel soon and would like to meet.”
“Oh,” he said, and returned to his meal.
It may have been one word, but she was able to read volumes into it based on his tone and body language: he was developing romantic feelings for her and he did not like this intrusion.
She was at a loss as to what to do about it; he was a good person, someone who cared passionately about the welfare of others, but did he really expect they would marry? Would this make him an outcast among his people for marrying outside his race? And what about being physically intimate?
Every time that question came to mind, she would find herself blushing. She had never done such a thing before leaving the Fleet, so she had no idea what she needed to do please a partner, and it certainly wasn’t a question she could bring to others.
“Maybe ‘friend’ is a bit much,” she said, taking his hand to reassure him.
Halfway through the gesture, she realized that it was a mistake; he would read too much into it. She liked him, but had no experience in such things either and didn’t know how to proceed. But to pull back now would even worse than if she had done nothing at all.
Keelah, machines are so much simpler, she thought.
“We were co-workers for a short time,” she explained. “When I left the company we worked for, he asked if I would work on his ship whenever he was in the area.”
“Oh,” he said again, and she detected relief in his voice. “Very well.”
What is that supposed to mean? she thought, deciding she would reply after he had left. Machines are definitely simpler…
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Post by Joe Fischer on Apr 3, 2015 5:24:07 GMT -6
Joe knew what his fellow N7 was trying to do—get him to throw up—but he didn’t feel the least bit nauseous, a small blessing. But at the same time he hated the near-total paralysis he was experiencing. He had come to the party with an agenda, and now it was in danger of being sunk.
That’s what I get for drinking krogan alcohol…
He knew with absolute clarity that Bridges would never allow him to do what he wanted to do; he wasn’t even sure the engineer would help him. So that left either Lysander or Maelstrom.
Lysander seemed to be over the funk he had gotten himself into, but he opted for Maelstrom; he was determined to improve his relationship with the man, and what better way than helping him out?
He looked over at the biotic and said, “Althuh, oo ooo oh a oreeuh?”
Karn, I’m going to kill you…
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Post by Maelstrom on Apr 3, 2015 6:07:47 GMT -6
Maelstrom was not sure what the incoherent N7 was trying to say. His eyebrow rose involuntarily at the man's attempt to communicate. "Um... maybe? We should talk about it more later."
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Post by Esteban Bridges on Apr 12, 2015 3:16:54 GMT -6
Esteban tried to suppress a smirk, listening to the N7 slur his words. "Maybe you should drink some ryncol too," Esteban offered with obviously false helpfulness. "It might help you understand what Joseph is still saying."
Esteban sipped his drink
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Post by Maelstrom on Apr 13, 2015 1:42:19 GMT -6
Maelstrom smirked, knowing the engineer was clearly joking. "Match you shot for shot," was his only reply.
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Post by Eric Lysander on Apr 13, 2015 9:11:51 GMT -6
Eric alternated between helping his younger counterpart keep his balance and snapping his fingers in front of Joe’s face to keep him conscious. “That’s it – keep steady now,” he teased. “Let’s work on those vowels. A…E… I…O… get that tongue workin’ again.” Eric demonstrated by making a “lolling” sound with his own tongue. Then he clapped a hand on Joe’s shoulder.
“Hey – you wanted me ta brighten’ up, remember?” The elder N7 gestured to his own countenance. “Mission accomplished! And it only cost ya a few brain cells… and maybe your liver. A noble sacrifice… I think that calls for another toast!”
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Post by Joe Fischer on Apr 16, 2015 8:30:43 GMT -6
Joe looked over at Lysander, glad he had lifted the man's spirits.
If he's really an N7, then he'll know Drunk...
"Uh uhow oo, oo ooo oh a oreeuh?”
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Post by Eric Lysander on Apr 16, 2015 13:51:10 GMT -6
Eric leaned in more, pretending he understood Joe’s slurred speech. “Wazzat…? You want another hit? You’re a brave man, son.” He motioned at Karn. “Give ‘em another round – naa, naa, skip it. Just messin with ya, Joe. Have a seat; I think you’ve embarrassed yourself enough for today!”
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