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6/9/2015 1:59:12 PM
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* I shake my head and then down the cup, almost cringing as it goes down*
That is strong, you were right. It puts my stuff to shame.
*I then pour another from the pitcher*
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*I laugh, already partially drunk* "Now if only my fairy friend would show up, then it would be a party... Heh. She sure knows how to have a good time." *I take another drink, a slightly smaller one*
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*has a confused slightly drunk look* Fairy friend? *takes a second to reflect and the laughs* You know after all this you'd think nothing would surprise me. *drinks second drink*
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*I laugh, reeling a bit* "You know... I've always wondered something"
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*I look up from my drink* What would that be?
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"How many licks does it take to get to the center of a toosie pop? I've lived for over 10,000 years and have never found the answer." *I shrug and take another drink*
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* I laugh pouring another drink* That's a long time devoted to a human candy. Ten thousand years, you've aged well.
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"Actually I just haven't taken the time to figure it out. Well, I'm an elf. We don't really age that much"
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* I drink the third drink* So I've noticed. Phew this stuff is strong. I'll have to stop soon. In any rate I think a scientist once tried to solve it and he had no such luck.
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"Yea, and I was the one who hired him to do it!!" *I rock back, now on my 3rd cup* "Thish.... Ish.... Good stuff."
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* I look into my fourth drink and drink it* This is going to hurt in the morning, but if I want to make it back to the barracks I can't drink anymore. So tell me about you people, you clearly know humans.
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"Well, Genellians are stuck up, hard-ass and ready to fight. I've only been with em for 2000 years but I know that for sure."
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*I chuckle* Sound like they know what they are doing, the battle proved that. And before them?
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"The Manticorians. Served in their Navy in the war against Haven. Long, bloody war. Thousands of lives lost, hundreds of ships destroyed. Before then.... I wandered the multiverse. Went insane for a few hundred years, then got bored with that. Snuck into the TARDIS once and trained with the Sith for about 500 years. They were fun to hang around with."
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*an obviously puzzled look on my face* What's a TARDIS and who are the sith?
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"TARDIS, Time And Relative Dimension In Space. And the Sith are an ancient race that has superpowers that can do some really cool stuff"
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*Shrugs* Sounds like fun. In your travels did you find someplace truly peaceful? A place where you can forget your troubles?
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"I thought I found it in Manticore for a while, but Genellian has taken it's place. Got my mom and dad living there, so its always interesting"
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*I nod my head* I see, in any rate thank you for this. After what happened I think I needed it.
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"Bah, always willing to get drunk for a friend. Or for anyone really." *I finish off my 8th cup, then set it down* "Even Coyote stopped at his 8th when he knew he was flying that day."
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*Again puzzled* Coyote? A famous pilot of yours a presume?
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"The best smuggler there ever was in Chart One. Never drank more than he could handle, never smuggled weapons or slaves. He was like a father to me after I was banished by my mother and her cousin."
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*i grimace at that* That sounds like a story or two. But I've pryed into your life quite a bit already. You sure your arm will be okay?
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"Bah. I can just jump out of an airlock if it doesn't. I'll just reform and it will be back"
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* I shoot her a sceptical look but then I remember the events of the day, no previous day as he glances at his watch* I guess I'll see then. Listen if I'm going to be in any shape for today I'm going to have to sleep this off, I had fun, if I can return the favor let me know. * I attempt to get up, a little tipsy and get light headed*
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"You want a red potion for the headache that will come in the morning? Got some still left over." *I hold up an archaic bottle with a stopper, red fluid sloshing about in it*
