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 Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 10:26 pm
"Looks like it." He grimaced, lifting his glass to take a sip, but frowning and setting it back down with the first taste. He would have to remember to hunt for something non-alcoholic. "Though, I'd almost trade you." He shifted around so that his leg was visible, pointing down to the asymmetrical, clawlike stub that formed his left leg. "What're you turnin' in to, d'you know?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 10:33 pm
Sid's eyes lost even more focus as he tried to dredge the name from his memory. He wanted to say snakefish, but that didn't sound right and it would be hard to spit that out in any case. He was starting to hate any word that began with 's', his own name included. Being drunk only made his distorted mouth harder to work with. He could've sworn he was making progress, now his tongue felt like lead. Fuzzy, vile tasting lead.
"Thome kinna fith... fishhh... thing. Wif teef. Losovem."
The way the last word blurred together was all the the booze's fault. He stared at the whiskey bottle like it had betrayed him. It was supposed to go slower than that. Then again, there was that last drink to consider... his nose still burned a little from it.
He made a belated attempt to keep the conversation going. "An yuh?"
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 10:43 pm
Fish, eck, that didn't sound pleasant. Would the fish islanders ever be restricted completely to the water, he wondered? It didn't seem likely, but at the same time, no one seemed to know exactly what to expect with all these changes. It was quite possible. Thom didn't envy Sid.
"Snake," he finally replied, risking another small, burning sip of his own drink. No use being in a bar if you weren't going to drink anything, right? So long as he limited his drinks, it wouldn't matter. Wouldn't matter. "Cobra. Not sure exactly what kinda yet. But 'ey, venom t' look forward to."
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 10:58 pm
"Rahk ahn," Sid said, giving Thom a webbed thumbs up. A bit of spittle went airborn with the first word. He dragged his attention back to the bottle, even made an attempt at grabbing it, but after two failed attempts- the second ending with his fingers nearly knocking it over- his nearly drowned voice of reason convinced him that was enough.
He propped his head up with one arm so he could continue to look at Thom. "Thih ih a bah... bad... bad bad bad tahm ferre..." Sid gave up. He wasn't even sure what he'd been trying to say there.
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 11:04 pm
Thom watched the man's attempts with mild amusement, meanwhile renewing his vow to avoid alcohol and nudging his glass aside. This, this sight before him, was why he didn't drink. "I don't doubt it," he agreed, even though he hadn't the faintest idea what point Sid had been aiming towards either. "You goin' t' be alright? I'm afraid I wouldn't be much 'elp gettin' you anywhere."
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 11:12 pm
"Ahf been in worth... Ah kin make ih... it.. Layer. Later. Y'know."
He put his head down on the bar. That nasty heavy feeling had spread, and since it seemed it wanted to be there he could do nothing but oblige. It felt so nice, so cool, and it still reeked of the spilt drink he'd mopped up earlier.
It was a lot like catching a whiff of smelling salts, but even as his eyes watered Sid could only muster the effort to put his arm under his head. As his tongue lolled against it, he was reminded he could use a shower. The thought slipped out of his head as abruptly as it struck.
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 11:18 pm
"If you say so." Had the man gone to sleep? Thom couldn't tell. Maybe he had blacked out? Maybe he was just resting his head? Whatever the case, should something go wrong, Thom didn't want to be in any situation where the blame could potentially be placed on him. After a short moment, he drained the rest of his glass and set it aside.
"Nice meeting you." Nevermind the fact that he hadn't actually caught the other man's name. They were bound to run into each other again sooner or later. The island was only so big. With a final nod goodbye, which he wasn't sure Sid was even coherent enough to notice, Thom hefted his crutch and escaped out onto the beach.
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Posted: Sun Oct 08, 2006 11:20 pm
Sid murmured something incoherent in response. By the Thom stepped outside he was already slipping into blissful unconsciousness.
Sure, it was going to be followed by violent puking and a nasty back ache when he woke up, but that was later...
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