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thisavrou_log2016-06-22 04:25 pm
backsassin) wrote in thisavrou_log2016-06-22 04:25 pm
blame it on the falling skies [closed]
Who: Zam and Miles
When: June 19th
Where: The Moira bar
What: Miles introduces Zam to maple mead and they discuss post-Moira plans.
Warnings: Probably just drunkenness
[Last day on the Collective. The place was a good distraction while it lasted, as any resort should be. Still, as the Moira leaves the planet behind, Zam knows it was a temporary balm. More than two weeks on the Collective, a truly excessive amount of credits spent and material goods gained, and Zam’s mind still finds the same old memories and fears, amplified after the events of the previous month.
So Zam looks for a more chemical means of relief. She’s at the bar in the mess hall late in the evening, already buzzed but still nursing yet another drink. Miles is behind the counter tonight, but Zam seems strangely reluctant to make conversation, something clearly out of character for the normally sociable changeling. She doesn’t seem disagreeable -- just distracted.
Eventually, the alcohol does loosen her tongue enough to comment the next time Miles swings around.]
You know, I think I might be developing a tolerance... That’s probably not good. [More drinks for the same buzz? Yeah, she’ll pass.]
When: June 19th
Where: The Moira bar
What: Miles introduces Zam to maple mead and they discuss post-Moira plans.
Warnings: Probably just drunkenness
[Last day on the Collective. The place was a good distraction while it lasted, as any resort should be. Still, as the Moira leaves the planet behind, Zam knows it was a temporary balm. More than two weeks on the Collective, a truly excessive amount of credits spent and material goods gained, and Zam’s mind still finds the same old memories and fears, amplified after the events of the previous month.
So Zam looks for a more chemical means of relief. She’s at the bar in the mess hall late in the evening, already buzzed but still nursing yet another drink. Miles is behind the counter tonight, but Zam seems strangely reluctant to make conversation, something clearly out of character for the normally sociable changeling. She doesn’t seem disagreeable -- just distracted.
Eventually, the alcohol does loosen her tongue enough to comment the next time Miles swings around.]
You know, I think I might be developing a tolerance... That’s probably not good. [More drinks for the same buzz? Yeah, she’ll pass.]