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Post by Evangeline on Jun 27, 2010 22:48:34 GMT -5
Lewis half-shut his eyes as a deep whicker came out of his chest. He braced himself in a supportive fashion for Christine, allowing her to take the weight off her weak side for a while. When she needed him to be, he would be strong enough for both of them.
Lionel passed the tequila around with an air of solemnity, as if he was officiating at Ash Mountain's annual beestings meal on the anniversary of their arrival in the CV. "After the blowup, all I had to my name were the clothes on my back, a toolbox, a couple of lammies from the last tours I'd worked, and this bottle." he intoned. "This might be the last full bottle of Mezcal in either of our universes. Finally, we can give it the respect it deserves." As each of those who could actually drink tequila received a shot, they wetted the back of a hand or whatever surface, sprinkled salt on it, and licked up the salt before tossing back the shot. Then they bit into the lemon wedge.
"Now that definitely aged well." Pilar grinned after sucking her wedge. "When I get back to humanside, I should see if they're producing any aguardiente* again. If so, I'm definitely bringing a case back."
"Looking forward to that." Lionel smiled broadly, feeling good. "There's enough left for a few more shots. Let's have us a toast! Since you're feeling so loquatious, Miles, you can do the honors!"
<<< *"Fire-water" - sugar cane liquor >>>
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Post by elizar on Jun 27, 2010 23:04:39 GMT -5
Miles chuckled and stood up again with a shot glass in his hand. "Well then, time to bother you all again, but this time, I want you to raise glasses." He said.
"For the future." Miles said. "Because when we look at what we have accomplished here, and try to count it, we'll run out of fingers and toes. Imagine how it will be after a decade, a century, a millennium." He raised his glass, then took a swig.
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Post by Evangeline on Jun 27, 2010 23:19:25 GMT -5
The others also downed their shots. A now-empty bottle provided mute testimony to the drinking that had gone on tonight.
It was then that Picard cleared his throat. "Everyone," he called out, "We hate to be party poopers, but Sera and I are calling it a night." He grinned slyly as the Embraer nuzzled him. "But you can go on making all the noise you want, our place is completely soundproofed."
"That's probably a good thing for you guys as well." Amara guffawed. "Have fun, you two. Have LOTS of fun!"
Serafina had the last word as she and Picard turned to depart. "We will, bet on it."
"Name the kid after me!" Lionel chortled. The matter-of-fact attitude of CV aircraft about "the facts of life" had been rubbing off on him.
"Good night." Picard called back as he left with Sera.
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