Magos Dominus Harkoth-937 wrote:
Esmeralda Sidonia wrote:
Esme nodded knowingly now that she finally figured out the strange numbers. “Oh, it’s like a damage counter. Or the reverse of that, I suppose.” She finished off the last of her beer, set the cup down on the counter, and added, “Like in a combat sim.”
“Hm. I could go for another drink. A stronger one.” This was a lot of socializing for her. Very tiring.
“Hm. I could go for another drink. A stronger one.” This was a lot of socializing for her. Very tiring.
"Strength of alcoholic fluid consumed is generally not of relevance to me, due to biological purgation filters."
Sue felt a little mischievous. "Why don't we take those babies out and see what happens~" then she put a finger on chin. "Unless they're just in your body. Hehe. Girl just wants to partay~"
“Vodka’s not a bad idea. I was thinking vodka and fireball, myself.” Esme leaned back in her seat and rubbed her eye.
“Do you have any other means of experiencing inebriation?” She asked Harkoth. She was quite curious. “I have an implant in my leg; it’s meant for distributing painkillers but I’ll throw intoxicants in there when I’m too busy for a drink. So, more often than not.”
“Do you have any other means of experiencing inebriation?” She asked Harkoth. She was quite curious. “I have an implant in my leg; it’s meant for distributing painkillers but I’ll throw intoxicants in there when I’m too busy for a drink. So, more often than not.”
"I have no means of experiencing inebriation, and I do not wish to. It is an uncomfortable sensation that is, like many things, a reminder of the weakness of flesh."
"Aw man i hear that. Well we all gonna die man weakness ain't a crime." Sue vibes.
She shrugs. “Fair enough. Once I’m rid of this gods-forsaken leg maybe I’ll finally give up the drinking myself. Course, my son’s been telling me to stop for years. It’s not his place. He doesn’t like when I give myself new implants either.” Esme scoffs. “Kids these days.”
Sue’s comment gives her pause, and then actually makes her laugh. “I don’t intend on dying, myself.”
Sue’s comment gives her pause, and then actually makes her laugh. “I don’t intend on dying, myself.”
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