this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
"I will drink to that," Niki says with a smirk, before a quiet laugh escapes him. "Though perhaps not as enthusiastically as that last one." If he hammers back shots at this rate he'll be passed out under the table before he can spell the word brandy, let alone taste it. A few sips of water, though, and at least the fire in his chest is subsiding, though every breath feels brand new after that. "You know, I did not dislike that, once I got over the shock."
Vodka is a winner, evidently.
Reaching through the haze of smoke for the cosmopolitan, he raises his eyebrows and gives it an experimental sniff, before sipping at it (much more slowly than the shot, it should be noted). "...It is as you described," he agrees with a gentle nod, setting the cocktail down and seeming neither offended nor enthused by it. "And I agree. Should anything hit the way the blue torcher did, I will be the first to let you know."
Potentially by throwing up all over Sunjata's shoes.
Already feeling warmth spread through his limbs that has him sighing out a deep breath and rolling his shoulders a touch, Niki smiles and nods towards the next in the flight. "And this is gin?"
Vodka is a winner, evidently.
Reaching through the haze of smoke for the cosmopolitan, he raises his eyebrows and gives it an experimental sniff, before sipping at it (much more slowly than the shot, it should be noted). "...It is as you described," he agrees with a gentle nod, setting the cocktail down and seeming neither offended nor enthused by it. "And I agree. Should anything hit the way the blue torcher did, I will be the first to let you know."
Potentially by throwing up all over Sunjata's shoes.
Already feeling warmth spread through his limbs that has him sighing out a deep breath and rolling his shoulders a touch, Niki smiles and nods towards the next in the flight. "And this is gin?"
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
