The "Ambrosia" - Colonial Bar on Sabah Shipyard

[Lythrilux]

"Damn, is something wrong with you? Stay cool, that's a "44th Apocalypse", and it definetely didn't kill anyone yet. That stuff's totally okay. Not an easy pill, but bearable".

Maxwell sputtered. This vile liquid that he had just drank was messing his senses up; he hadn't gotten drunk in a long time.

"Pill you say? It's like I've just had a pill of lava go down my throat... eugh". Maxwell began to sway back and forth. The 44th brew was really trying to loosen him up, he tried to fight it but he couldn't stop the alcohol getting into his bloodstream.
"Liz, that's a nice name. Nice to meet you, Lizzy"
The drink was getting to him. He noticed Liz look at him, puzzled. He thought that Liz might assume that he was a lightweight, he wanted to prove otherwise.
"Bartender, set me another 44th. As much in the glass as possible" he said as he drank all that with in his current glass.
"Yooooou see Liz"
He was already slurring his words.
"Back at Beee Emmmm Emmm, I was the greatest drinker in the wolrd. Did I say I didn't want alcohol? Nah, I love alcohol!".
The '44th Apocolapyse arrived on the counter, Maxwell picked it up and began to drink it.

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