Concussion

Who: Jay, Keto and Nikola
Where: The Phoenix
When: After the robot ship controller was destroyed
<<SNIP>>
>
> "Well, for now concentrate on getting us back home. I've got some
> things I've been wanting to do before I got on this ship," Nikola
> said, leaning back as far as he could in his harnessed chair.
>
<<END SNIP>>
"...Chrzlr..." echoed a murmured growl from the back of the cockpit.
Keto managed to raise himself to his feet, one hand clenching his
head, the other steadying himself against the doorframe.
"Chrysler," he repeated, slightly clearer and with less slurring, "I
intend to make sure that the rest of your life is a living hell."
"What're you going to do, doc? Move in with me?" asked Jay with a
grin as he headed the Phoenix back towards the Blue Dwarf. Keto
growled something illegible, but didn't look up - his eyes still fixed
on the floor, he swayed slightly.
"Minor concussion, I think I have," he said slowly, pronouncing his
words with careful deliberation, "And that's your fault, Chrysler.
I'll be sending you my medical bills."
"Great. I think I can just about afford to cover a broken neck,"
replied Jay, finger hovering over the Phoenix's engine controls, "Want
to try for one?"
Keto made no response, instead gritting his teeth and moving to one
side of the cockpit, where he slumped down against the wall.
"Just get me back to my medibay," he hissed grouchily, casting an
irritated glare at the back of Jay's head. When he didn't turn
around, Keto shifted his glare to Nikola, who was likewise not at all
bothered to look at the concussed doctor.
"Cretins," Keto murmured to himself.
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OOC: Tag to anyone. Sorry it's a bit bland, I'm tired.