From:
Andre Oliveira <oliveand@bellsouth.net> Date: Mon Jun 24, 2002 2:07
am Subject: [DL-T] Drunk people are really gullible
Mid Evening
Hatching Party
The kitchen in the Dining Hall.
(snip from "Now that we understand each other")
"Drink this, preferably after you lean over that empty sink over there.
Trust me, you'll notice a world of difference when you're done, and I'll
stay right here with you."
(End Snip)
K'rvey looked up at the smiling woman handing him the cup and hiccupped.
"No thankssss misss, I shink I had 'nuff" he said pushing the cup away,
"I don't wansshhs yos to have to 'eal wiff me dr-drunKAR."
He made an attempt to stand but was quickly, but gently, pushed back
down to the chair. He stared at the woman again and blinked stupidly.
"But..." he stopped and belched loudly, "Sorree..." he said as he
covered his mouth, "I thoughts cha wanted me to showas around though!"
"I do," she said kindly, "But I also said I'd get you sober didn't I?
K'rvey blinked stupidly again and took the cup. "Whatchs in it?" he said
taking a smell and pulling back with a look of disgust on his face.
"It's a surprise," Sarilyn said, helping K'rvey walk to the sink, "why
don't you drink it and find out?"
"I mushht BE durunk!" he said bringing the cup to his lips "Stuffs
shmells awFUL!"
Taking a small sip, he immediately spit it back out and stuck out his
tongue. "Yuck!" he spat.
"It's just some bad tasting medicine," she encouraged, "you'll feel
better as soon as its all gone."
Grimacing, K'rvey took another look at the odd colored concoction.
Closing his eyes and plugging his nose, K'rvey decided that the best way
to do this was quick and painful. He brought the cup to his lips again,
inhaled deeply, and swallowed the entire awful ooze in a few gulps.
At first, it seemed that the entire purpose of the medicine was to put
such an awful taste in his mouth that he couldn't help but sober up.
Unfortunately, seconds after draining the cup, K'rvey found out the true
purpose of the liquid. His head immediately shot forward as he felt his
stomach spasm. He tried to keep it down at first, clamping his mouth
shut, but it all proved to be in vain as the nauseating feel of stomach
acids built on the back of his throat. He finally opened his mouth and
openly and loudly retched.
Being an accustomed drinker, K'rvey had grown used to vomiting from time
to time, but never in his entire drinking career had he ever rejected
the contents of his stomach so violently as too feel light headed enough
to almost black out.
It took him a few minutes to notice, but Sarilyn had kept her word and
was by him through the entire humiliating ordeal. She had been rubbing
and patting his back while at the same time vocalizing soothing sounds.
He couldn't make out what she was saying, due to the incredibly loud
sounds he was making himself, but he appreciated the gesture anyway.
After an eternity with his head hung over the sink, he felt his stomach
finally relax. He gasped for air, feeling his body grow numb and his
head throb in time with the beating of his pulse. He inhaled deeply and
finally pulled back, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. Sarilyn pulled
the chair he had been sitting on earlier and helped him to his seat.
"Feel better?" she asked as she grinned.
K'rvey's mind was still under heavy influence from the alcohol, but that
was slowly melting away. He breathed deeply for a little while longer,
definitely more aware of his surroundings now, and began feeling the
beverages' induced bravado melt away, leaving him with a killer headache.
He looked at the woman before him and finally tried speaking again,
"I... I thinshks I'd preferred that jos had kicked me in the balls!"
"Well at least your speech has improved somewhat!" she said after a
quick laugh.
K'rvey grinned and put his hand out to the woman, "Ma name's K'rvey by
da way. I'msh the rider of thish big ugly brute called Nhorrit."
"Well K'rvey," she said taking his hand and giving it a friendly shake,
"it's a pleasure to finally have a proper introduction!"
"Sorree..." he shook his head slightly as he caught the slur, "Sorry, I
mean."
"It's okay, I don't expect you to sober up immediately." she said
pulling herself a seat across K'rvey, "But you seem capable of holding a
decent conversation now, so I'll ask. Who can I see about reporting in
and finding a place to sleep?"
K'rvey's hand went to his head and he closed his eyes, trying to get his
intoxicated brain to function properly again.
"You shoulds talk to Mae 'bout 'porting in. But I dunno where she is
right nows. Some baby dragons 'atched todays and we're ce-celebr...
we're having a partee. She maybe juss as drunk az me." K'rvey scratched
his head for a second, "The shaame with da quartermashter. I-I don't
shink you'll be able to find 'em today and get your shelf a place to
stay. It alsho be rude to pull em from the partee, right?"
"Well I don't have a real choice in the matter, do I?" she sighted,
"Well unless you expect me to sleep in the green with my dragon."
K'rvey gave that some thought as well, "Well if sho wants... I have an
exstra bed at ma place. Ma little brother, well, not ma ral brother tho,
juss ma ol rommie, he juss shoined the other days. If you wantshs, you
can shleep with me today and we can gets you shet up tomorrow." K'rvey
raised his left hand, "No funneee bussisheness I promises."
(Tag: Jeanette)
Submitted by:
Andre Oliveira
aka
The not so incredibly drunk K'rvey