Tal would probably try to catch Danta, out of reflex if nothing else. The problem with reflexes was that after three screwdrivers - or was it four now? Damn, he was losing count - they tended to be a tad less than optimal. All of which was to say that they'd be going down together, because that's what friends were for, right Danta?
In the meantime, though, Tal was getting a valuable lesson in the local theology that had him tilting his head like a dog presented with a conundrum. "...Huh. Guess I c'n see that," the courier admitted slowly, trying to wrap his inebriated brainmeats around the concepts. "I mean, some order is good. Keeps things peaceful an' shit. But too much an' it gets borin'." He took a gulp of his new drink to try and cool the fans in his brain that were starting to overheat. "But doesn't that mean that 'er followers shouldn't... y'know. Fix things or build or... or create new stuff? Innit that like disrespectin' what she stands for?" At least the entropy and destruction aspects that the Maverick had mentioned!
In the meantime, though, Tal was getting a valuable lesson in the local theology that had him tilting his head like a dog presented with a conundrum. "...Huh. Guess I c'n see that," the courier admitted slowly, trying to wrap his inebriated brainmeats around the concepts. "I mean, some order is good. Keeps things peaceful an' shit. But too much an' it gets borin'." He took a gulp of his new drink to try and cool the fans in his brain that were starting to overheat. "But doesn't that mean that 'er followers shouldn't... y'know. Fix things or build or... or create new stuff? Innit that like disrespectin' what she stands for?" At least the entropy and destruction aspects that the Maverick had mentioned!
