Steev....does the captain a favour

Steev
Overhead storage compartment
Space Eagle
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Sleep...and the accompanying fidgeting, snoring and bad smells that came
from it.
After the multi-Dwarfian encounters, Steev didn't have much to do. True,
the ship was half-wrecked, but it had all been nicely duct-taped together,
and would hold together for quite some time...and besides, he was sure that
Smegg could just about manage this time without him. He had decided to take
a look at the Eagle...but fell asleep instead.
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hours later
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*clank*
*clank*
*thump*
*moans*
Steev woke up. What the heck? Who was that? He peeked through the air
holes in the doorway.
It looked like Niples. He was not very happy. Steev could tell. Mainly
from the uncontrollable sobbing the captain was doing. "Inconsiderate..."
he muttered. Steev decided to take action. Pulling out a flask of vomit,
he tapped it and held it close. It looked good.
If you looked closely, the words "Dirty Pint - 2 measures" were just about
legible.
In a flash Steev had opened the door, fallen down to the ground, and poured
a measure into Niples's mouth. He instantly fell asleep. Steev was happy
with himself, until he read the piece of paper in Niples's hand.
*Casualty list*
Steev read on, and stopped at Lloyd's name.
"Oh bugger" thought Steev. He wondered how he should honour his drinking
partner, until he noticed his flask. He raised aloft.
"To Lloyd!" he shouted, and proptly sank the lot.
OOC-so it's not very imaginative, but I suppose after every victory, a dirty
pint was necessary...this just lends a sadder note. Anyway, I'll try hard
to put some effort into the next drunk story :-)
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