Nelson's

[Darkard]

Now that McMillan had had a chance to step away from Dave for a moment he could now fully see how badly the drink had affected his motor skills. While they were talking, the slow degredation of his sentance structure was easy to miss. But now the rolling of his eyes and the lack of composure to his wild arm gestures was apparent.

McMillan gripped the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes for a moment. Taking a deep breath between his clenched teeth he pulled himself together a bit. Now that Dave was smashed he would have to talk to somone else, and that meant he would need to re-adjust to not having to answer retorical questions.

"I'll leave ya' to it eh Dave?" The question bouced off Dave like rocks off a Graviton Shield.

Standing and stepping up to the bar, McMillan nodded to Nelson as he occupied the space opposite him.

"That guy" McMillan jabbed a thumb in the direction of the Libertonian Junker "drinks only the 'special flavoured' brown water now, ok? He needs to be able to get home at some point."

"Err... yeah, Ok" smiled Nelson. The coloured and flavored waters were his idea.

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