Diamonds and Ashes

[Corile]

Even if Nathan felt the sting of mockery in Andrew's words, he didn't show it. He stared down his glass, looking at the orange dregs and a few last drops of whisky on the bottom. He was still a few glasses away from the pleasant noise in his head - that magical state just after being "under the influence" and just before "outright drunk". The amber liquid flowed down the bottle as Nathan poured himself another one. Taking a sip, this time he gave the liquid enough time to appreciate its taste before swallowing. Not the best kind - the one that they sometimes imported from Mollys, but good enough not to turn his stomach and that's what counted.

The meeting of Mort was rather unexpected. He hoped to get enough alcohol into his bloodstream to still have the ability of walking to his ship and crashing out in the cargo bay. But seeing as the opportunity presented itself, he would be an idiot not to at least try and squeeze some benefits out of it. After all, it was the first time he met the Rogue boss in person.

"You must clearly underestimate my alcohol tolerance," he said and chuckled. "There's a difference between drinking for pleasure and drinking to get wasted. I'd personally rather stay away from the latter."

He thought a bit about Mort's advice. Yeah, sure, Alcatraz was not a very safe place but then again, what was? Maybe Attica Supermax, but that was not for certain. And Nathan had a good grasp of how not to get killed here.

"And as for our operations... it's good. There are some problems but that's par for the course in this business. Cardamine is flowing well so there's nothing to complain about... though things used to be better back in the day."

He started to wonder if it would be another discussion about "the olden times" and smiled to himself.

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