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to USS Artemis-A – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((The Old Inn, Canterbury, UK, Earth))
After Genkos had firmly put down his last suggestion Vitor pouted as an infant that was refused a treat, crossing his arms.
Silveira: Fine, be that way. You win. No matching tattoo for us then. What do you suggest we do then?
Adea: Well I read in my guidePADD that this town has enough pubs that you could drink in a different one every week of the year…
Vitor raised an eyebrow and tipped his head. Shrugging, since it didn’t had the expected effect he returned to his trademark grin.
Silveira: Really?
Adea: Indeed - we could try and see how many we can get through - presuming you can stand, of course.
Vitor grinned and winked at Genkos.
Silveira: That sounds like a challenge.
Genkos raised a finger.
Adea: Keep it sensible though, I don’t want any emergency beamouts!
Vitor straightened himself and pointed his finger to his chest.
Silveira: Moi?
Genkos laughed at Vitor’s fake naivety.
Adea: Yes, you, Vitor.
Vitor laughed and tipped his head whilst Genkos shook his own shaggy hair.
Silveira: So you're suggesting us to go on a Pub Rally? And what if it’s you who I have to carry?
Genkos shrugged and gestured to his own walking stick.
Adea: That’s what the cane is for.
Vitor narrowed his eyes. Genkos was the one suggesting it.
Silveira: Challenge…. ::Vitor might have made a longer dramatic pause:: Accepted.
Genkos picked up his pale concoction and poured it down his throat.
Adea: Well then, let’s get started!
The gins he had drunk had already taken away the last trace of reasoning.
Vitor raised his hands.
Silveira: Lead the way Doctor.
Genkos stood up, slamming his glass down back on the table. Too loudly that it caught up the attention of all the patrons in the bar
Vitor laughed as he slowly stood up.
It was rare the chance to look pondered and in control when opposed to Genkos.
Adea: To the next bar! ::Seeing they were being stared at, and in a hushed tone:: Oh, sorry!
Vitor shook his head and motioned his hand to the crowd, signalling the drinking gesture to the patrons.
He replied loudly enough as he took little steps towards Genkos.
He couldn't really pass that opportunity.
Silveira: C’mon Doctor. Time to go, you might have had enough.
Adea: Response
He smiled as he stood by Genkos side, waving to the bartender.
Lowering his voice he winked at Genkos, before whispering.
Silveira: Sorry but I couldn't resist looking the sensible one of us two.
Adea: Response
Vitor giggled and planted his hand on Genkos shoulder. Taking a bigger step his foot got caught by a table leg, and he lost his balance, stumbling he pulled on Genkos to keep himself standing.
Genkos isn't exactly small framed, and Vitor was certain they could recover.
But by now, Vitor's certainty had been washed away as well and as he kept putting his weight on Genkos shoulder there was only thing he could voice out.
Silveira: That table tripped me…
Adea: Response
TAG/TBC
Lt. Vitor S. Silveira
Chief Tactical Officer
USS Artemis-A, NCC-81287
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