After Earth

"Me? A bad day? Perish the thought Michael says, the latter thick with sarcasm, "So who sold you the fake ID?" as his drink is placed in front of him the doctor adds a drop of something from one of the numerous vials stored in his vest pocket. "Or should I add a drop of this to your drink?"

OOC: if you've ever played NWN 2, his voice sounds like Sand's
 
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"As charming as always, good doctor. I think you need more than one Brandi." Cnosos replies. "And a girlfriend" showing a smile. A rare event.
 

"Don't let it bother you, Cnosis," says Damon, taking a hefty slug of his drink. "You know the doctor has no bedside manner. Or barside manner, as the case may be."
 

Faris chose to simply chuckle for a few moments as the humor flew around him. Then he said with a smile, "Come on guys, you know there's more rush to get drinks ordered than to greet old friends. Friends are forever, but the bar closes eventually, hey?"
 

Mel gracefully lets the ID question slide, since technically she WAS one year shy of 21...not that it mattered anymore. But no one needed a reminder of why it didn't.

"What is that stuff?" she asks the doctor as she watches him drop the liquid in. "Does something to the alcohol content?"
 

"Charm is for those who actually care about their social politics or worry about getting a date, niether of which concern me. As for bedside manner, Damon, I have never seen the point of telling someone the stomach wound is anything but and not mention the amount of blood loss or pain they will experience;

He takes the brandy in one drink, "But I think I will take your suggestion of a second Brandy, Cnosos. As for the "stuff", dear Melara, it is a combination of cytochrome P450 oxidases, UDP-glucuronosyltransferasess, and glutathione S-transferases designed to influence the pharmacokinetics of the human body. Or in layman's terms antitox; while I do enjoy the taste of some of the finer alcohols with the same origin as ourselves I prefer to keep a clear head and not chance the same fate that befalls my father. Would you like some?
 

"No thanks. Most people drink because they -want- to get buzzed. Who drinks for the taste?" She wrinkles her nose and polishes off the drink.

"Besides, I don't think there's actually alcohol in this." She peers into the glass as if that was discernible to the naked eye.
 



"Another for me as well, Shrew," says Damon, polishing off his own drink. "I can't let myself get out-drunk by our little girl here."
 

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