(( Valhalla, Forward Observation Lounge )) Charn: Just ease up on the pretzels. ::He slid the bowl away from Arthur.:: Go slow. I know it feels bad right now, but if your wait staff is any good, they'll get you fixed right up.
Strathmore: I need those pretzels, Charn.
Poor kid looked desperate, so he slid the bowl halfway back to him.
Charn: Fine, kid, what do I know? Only been drinking since long before you were born. Go crazy. Fortunately, the server came back with the recommended "french fried" potatoes and medicated fizzy drink. Waiter: Here you are. The waiter left as soon as they came. The kid guzzled the drink and shoved the greasy sticks of food into his mouth, and Charn leaned back in his chair, smirking with self-satisfaction at being able to handle his liquor. Though, he noticed he too was a little boozy at this point, and grabbed a couple "fries." The texture was interesting: crispy-salty-oily on the surface but it gave way easily as he bit down to a pillowy-salty-starchy interior. Charn: ...Say, kid! This is great. And you look less dire. Strathmore: ::Chewing:: Thank you.
Charn: Uh-huh. Look, kid, looks like you've already hit your limit. Before I send you off to whatever wonders await you, uh... where do I go now? I can't sleep here.
Strathmore: ?
Charn's fingers rapped at the edge of the table with increasing frequency. The kid wasn't much but he was the only anchor Charn had, and he was about to exit, stage left.
Charn: Kid I'll be honest I got a million questions and you're not the one to answer them.
Strathmore: ?
Charn: ...Especially not with the state you're in. Is there, like, someone responsible to house train the people you abduct?
Strathmore: ?
-- MSNPC Charn by Lt Commander Azura Ada Chief Science Officer USS Valkyrie-A Newsies Co-facilitator PODcast team member ASDB team member C239510LD0 (she/her, character) (she/her, writer) “For the wise person looks into space and knows there are no limited dimensions." --Zhuangzi