Port Twelve

[Roleplay]

Horace opened the bottle and filled a glass halfway, his hands were slightly shaking, and he couldn't keep himself from eying the satchel. Now it was occupying a side of their table thanks to the lack of space, and felt like a third person in their small group. But what Monica said forced a sudden laugh out of him.

"Aha! It sure looks that way, right?" He took a sip from his glass, stifling his laugh, his ears blushing a little with embarrassment. He really sucked at these situations. As the drink burned his throat, he hoped it would calm him soon at least, especially before they try this magical new drug.

"Well, between meeting with you, and thinking about trying this stabiline, I am quite nervous to be frank. And really needed another drug," he tipped the side of the bottle, "to help me calm myself. And hmm...." he took the list and read a few from it, "Cherry Heaven... The Bird... ugh... Morning Mayhem Show?" he looked at the list incredulously, "I currently don't have the fortitute to try one of these along with stabiline too..."

He returned his look back at her and smiled again, "but if you feel adventurous and would like to try another one of them, I'll get you. I owe you quite a bit, after all."