this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
Niki is not as optimistic when it comes to the water cancelling out his diminishing sobriety or the likelihood of a hangover, but considering that he'd agreed to basically poison himself to help Sunjata with a quest, he'll take it. (Besides, only one shot in and more is already feeling like a great idea, so maybe it'll be fine). And with gin as the next contender, the necromancer is already well on his way to tipsy as he clears his palate with a sip of water.
"A bare bones martini?" he repeats with a raise of his eyebrows and a wry smile. "It seems to suit my aesthetic quite well already." Reaching for the martini, he brings it to his lips for a slow sip that suggests he's suddenly interested in tasting every note of the drink. And when he lowers it, perhaps most telling of all, he keeps it on his side of the table.
"That," he announces, "is the best thing I have tried so far." Gesturing to the rest of the flight, he scoffs. "I do not know if these are even necessary now - but of course I will still try them. I would not want to disappoint you."
"A bare bones martini?" he repeats with a raise of his eyebrows and a wry smile. "It seems to suit my aesthetic quite well already." Reaching for the martini, he brings it to his lips for a slow sip that suggests he's suddenly interested in tasting every note of the drink. And when he lowers it, perhaps most telling of all, he keeps it on his side of the table.
"That," he announces, "is the best thing I have tried so far." Gesturing to the rest of the flight, he scoffs. "I do not know if these are even necessary now - but of course I will still try them. I would not want to disappoint you."
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
