Club Discordia, Sin's After Hours

[Mr.Fabulous]

"Ah! Wasn't that suppo-"

Too late, the moment she saw Doc pour in another swig with the only shot glass on the table soon after he downed his first one, she realized the infamous Black Grog, a drink known for its potently-corrupting properties, had just tempted another innocent with its demonically-angelic spicy-sweet taste and deceptively-powerful alcohol content that rivaled even Absinthe in its experience. Though she wanted to keep him from downing his second swig too soon, it would've been disrespectful to deny the good Doc Holliday of a glorious toast.

She returned the gesture with the tankard itself and replied, "Salud to our endeavors," before unknowingly taking a sip bigger than she first planned to down. As the Black Grog incinerated her innards, the blissfully-sweet aftertaste followed down her throat and abdomen like a current of ice-cold honey after a wave of hellish bitterness, easing the woman's tenseness and making her feel more relaxed. More unafraid. She could feel her face glow slightly, but that didn't bother her that much yet. Carumba, how she loved Black Grog.

Supposing the mood felt ripe enough, the woman smiled softly to Doc and asked, "So Senor Holliday... It couldn't have been easy for your administrator amigo to have given up the warrior's life. Has he ever mentioned where, or who he draws his strength from, or what keeps him going despite what he's left behind?

"... And maybe..." She brushed her arm shyly as she said, "Well, if you don't mind me asking, Senor... What about you? It can't also be easy being an interstellar doctor and the leader of the TAZ. How do you do it, these days?"

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