this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow
"Is that so?" Niki raises his eyebrows at the idea that he can't disappoint Sunjata. "Noted." For what, exactly, isn't something he can answer, and nor will he likely remember it by the turn of the hour. For now, though, he turns his attention to the rest of the flight that, apparently, he isn't going to like very much, and considers the tequila.
Without much aplomb now, he lifts the shot to his lips for a sip, only to immediately cringe and slam it down again. "Gods," he rasps, pushing the shot glass away as far as he can like that might help. And instead of reaching for the water, he takes a considerable gulp of his martini instead to help was away the taste. "That was awful," he tells the Heartless, nose still wrinkled in distaste.
"I do not think I wish to try the ranch water. And I will not stop until I have at least sipped all of them." Whether in shot form, cocktail form or both. "Perhaps a snack is not such a bad idea, though. What do they have?"
Without much aplomb now, he lifts the shot to his lips for a sip, only to immediately cringe and slam it down again. "Gods," he rasps, pushing the shot glass away as far as he can like that might help. And instead of reaching for the water, he takes a considerable gulp of his martini instead to help was away the taste. "That was awful," he tells the Heartless, nose still wrinkled in distaste.
"I do not think I wish to try the ranch water. And I will not stop until I have at least sipped all of them." Whether in shot form, cocktail form or both. "Perhaps a snack is not such a bad idea, though. What do they have?"
Niki
i used to have strength but i ran out of hope
