The Weird Effects Alcohol has on people
Doom sat by himself as usual, away to the side of the bar, while all the
other crewmembers sat in small social groups celebrating promotions or just
relaxing. Doom was pleased with himself not only had he completed his task
on the planet, but an unexpected reward had come of it he had been promoted.
He was an Officer now which meant that the bloody flight crew would have
to listen to every damn thing he had to say. Doom felt out of place however
and not just because he was the only one with a deranged look on his face,
at this point everyone was like that with the party going strong. The
reason simply was that he was the only one not drinking anything.
Doom decided he had completed his task as messenger for the moment, it was
time to enjoy himself. Doom walked to the bar and waited for the barman to
notice him. MORTAL I WISH ONE OF THOSE DRINKS OVER THERE WITH THE PINK
UMBRELLAS AND MOVE QUICK BEFORE YOU SUFFER UPON THE 14th ALTER OF IMACULATE
CONCEPTION BWAHAHAHAHAHA." The bartender looked worried and moved his hand
towards the large club he kept under the bar, then thought better of it and
decided to get the drink.
Doom looked down at the drink before him and quickly tipped it down his
throat. He sat back on his chair in the corner and thought to himself.
Suddenly he began to tremble; he began rolling on the floor howling. Doom
then got up and ran for the bathroom as quickly as he could much to the
laughter of the other people in the bar.
A short while passed before the door opened. A strange man stepped out. He
was wearing a green sweatshirt with KEVIN emblazoned across it, both
elbows had leather patches on them, his hair looked as if it had been combed
back with bootpolish and he wore expensive brown shoes. Also the mans
nostrils were flared up and he spoke while inhaling constantly. He walked
up to the nearest person in the room and stuck his hand out, Jolly good
well met old chap, I was wondering if you could tell me where I am I was
just having a drink with the chaps from Eton earlier and when I woke up I
was here. The man still hadnt stopped staring. Oh yes where are my
manners Kevin Davidson at your service the other man still hadnt stopped
staring and neither it turned out had the rest of the bar. Didnt you
mother say its rude to stare with your mouth open and good gracious man get
your elbows off the table, etiquette chaps.
Ensign Kevin Davidson exited the bar and headed off down the corridor
leaving silence in his wake.
Ooc: - Well it makes sense if everyone else becomes deranged when they drink
what could possibly happen to Doom when pissed ;-)
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