Lounge Rouge

[Evo]

Pygmy glances over at her, silent. Finally, he speaks up after shifting his weight around on the stool trying to find a comfortable position.

"Death brought ye' t'a zoner base, missy? Ain't a 'ole lotta death 'round 'ere, 'ess ye' came t'escape it."

He glances at Tim who finally finished fixing his drink. He holds a hand out for it, taking it from Tim and staring at it for a while, watching all the various densities of alcoholic beverages make a rainbow of different amber-brown hues. He tips it back, swallowing all but a small portion.

"Bet ye' twenty credits ye' can't take that wit'a straight face."

He slides it over to her, grinning and continuing.

"Special blend Tim makes fer me, two shots an' ye'll wake up in bed wit'a Kusarian, tell you what."

He grins even wider, bursting out in laughter and gestures for her to drink it.

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