As Matthew jogs from the residential cavern to the reservoir, he realizes that he forgot to begin timing his high when it began to take effect.
'Short term memory loss is a good sign' his inner voice told him, 'plus, your failure documenting the data allows for further personal research.'
The rest of the way to the water, his mind concentrated on possible marketing strategies & indulging his imagination at the obscene amount of credits that could be made for the faction in the future if everything is done properly & efficiently from the top down.
He kneels at the loch for a breather and scoops up a small drink with his hands before joining the NLH, the Zoner & the Orderman on Grinders small five table dining patio.
Banger kneels again, this time at Eriksson, so that both men can share dead-level eye contact.
Sir, allow me to apologize for my angry exit today. Please understand that I am a human with high passions and an extremely fierce protective instinct for my people.
('Oh yeah, you're definitely high alright' his inner voice teased him.)
My actions earlier today reflect poorly on both the faction I am a member of, and the biosphere I administrate...furthermore, since I don't wear the NLH leader pants, it was not my place to allow my emotions to possibly jeopardize today's meeting...I was wrong, ('heh!! you said pants!!!') and I'm truly sorry.
Matthew stifles a snicker with a snort & does all he can not to smile & begin a snowball effect into another uncontrollable laughing fit.
I, uh, would be honored if you allow me to join you all for dinner & put the past behind us.
'But in the future' he reminds himself silently, 'if this deal goes green and ends up screwing us Corsair-style at some point while I'm alive, I'll force you to bite a curb on your knees & kick the back of your head till your eyes turn the color of an empty, soulless gray.'
"However, because of my actions, if you would prefer the absence of my company, I will understand & would not blame you in the least."