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Date & Time:12/25/13
Location: The Transporter Room aka where all the NPCs live.
Characters: Lowell, Trish, & Vennett
Summary: NPC CHRISTMAS aka they all got really smashed.
Warnings: Drinking, swearing? That should be all.

It hadn't really been planned that they'd get drunk for Christmas. But then Charlie Cutter had gone ahead and gifted the two Transport Technicians some new Exsilium lager, and well… Sharing with Trish was only natural, and it all went downhill from there. Although cases don't last forever, and once that one is gone…

"Can you get your alien assistant girl to get some more for us? Just nick some from a bar late at night, maybe early two-thousands-"

"Not really her thing, Orwin."

"Alright, well what about the other ones?"

"What other ones, you mean mine?"

"Yeah, sure."

Which lead to sending one of the other troll children back in time to steal three more cases from the time stream, a large bottle of rum, and some wine and tequila on the side. No one said they could be responsible adults ALL the time.

They are especially not responsible adults, right now.

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Coffee mugs are probably not the glasses of choice for this sort of thing, but they washed out well enough and Vennett wasn't minding the flavoring.

"Awright. Weren't a bad idea." The admittance was almost a grumble, but the first bottles had run out far too quickly for this holiday versus sobriety.

"Just admit I had a good idea. It's not hard. You say, 'Lowell had a good idea.' See how easy it is," Lowell replies, also using one of his coffee mugs as a glass for a cup full of rum.

"Aint nowhere near drunk 'nough." He takes a strong sip of his own glass, the rum burning pleasantly on the way down. The lager had been fine, a good heavy flavor, better than the catpiss in cans... but this was about getting good and shitfaced. "Though try me after this one."

Lowell replies with a snort and takes a big sip of his own drink. "God, I haven't had this in forever." Forever being half a year. Which is forever enough, really. He thought maybe he should be drinking something more customary, it being Christmas and all, but it's not like the average bar would be carrying Eggnog for him to mix with, would it?

"Yeah? Aint big on t'hard stuff m'self usually." There were exceptions for every occasion, however. "Think we're both outclassed though." He nods in Bird's direction.

He was very, very glad they hadn't made any bets on it.

"Aren't we always?" Because really. A scruffy guy like Vennett and a nerdy guy like Lowell up against Bird? There's really no question who is the classier one.

"Yeah.. maybe." There really wasn't any maybes about it. It was something of a miracle that she put up with them. "Thas 'nother thing I aint drunk enough for."

"You have to be drunk to acknowledge you aren't the most suave person in the room? That would mean you'd never be sober."

Vennett frowns, his face furrowing as he starts to work that out and mentally flags it as "Eh, fuck it."

"Y'know. I aint gonna answer that in case it's a trap."

"It is a trap. It was a good one, though."

He gives a short bark of laughter at that. "Yeah, yeah."

He rubs his chin. "... Might actually think bout doin' this now an' again. Supplies willin'"

"I'd say I agree, if this wasn't such a distraction from my actual work." Because yeah. He's still thinking about doing work, right now. And how he should probably be doing it.

"It can hold." Vennett leaned back against the wall behind him... and then seems to pause, giving him a look over the rim of his cup. "I'm all serious like bout that. S'like that thin' over there. If it don't hava vent, it's gonna splode."

"What, you mean lay off working for a while?" This is scandalous. This is shocking, unspeakable. You've gone too far, Vennett.