"Three, I'm no sucker for more than a few drinks, and give Brackenbury any more and we'll have a lot more problems than we already do. I don't remember him being much of a jolly drunk."
Both Kerrigan and Brackenbury sported the accent from the pits of BMM bases and ships scattered throughout Dublin. However, when Kerrigan was blasted, he was merry - something he hadn't done since he started studying the effects in med school - but Brackenbury seemed to just get angry. Amazing he hasn't started a fight ye-- oh that's right, I slipped some of that miracle powder into his drink.
"Hey, thossse arre sssome nice ssstickers you'sss got there, Lutent Hut. I'll take a gin if you don't mind," Brackenbury was starting to show signs of comprehension now, the medicine must have been working.
"He's had enough," Kerrigan said, "and besides, gin is my drink."
"Gotcha, doc," four said, reaching for yet another handful of cashews.
Brackenbury started coming around quite quickly now. After about five minutes he said, "whoah, didn't meant to intrude, guys, but I had a rough day. Had five of my top officers in a court martial after a power feedback surge that killed one. At least they got off; the investigators deemed that it was not their fault. I don't think I'll be drinking too much after this."
"Geez, Kerrigan, what did you put in his drink?" four blurted out.
"Works miracles, doesn't it? Thing you don't know," Kerrigan turned to Brackenbury, "is that it'll give you the worse possible hangover tomorrow morning, but I didn't want you rampaging around the bar like a lion."
"I guess I should thank you, Jeff," Brackenbury said, "you probably just succeeded in your life long goal to keep me away from alcohol."
"Anyway, those are some nice epaulettes, there three. Reminds me that the last time I wore my uniform was back at the academy. Since then I've been trotting around in the white coat and scrubs."
"Ha," four interjected, "if you ever want a girlfriend, maybe you should dress up more often."
"Good point, maybe I'll try that tomorrow. For now, though," he turned and signaled Joanne, "I think I'll grab just one more gin, haven't had one yet."
"And while we're at it," Brackenbury said, "let's hear about you and five taking out those brotherhood punks. He knew how angry Kerrigan would get if he ordered another stout, so he abstained from it. He doesn't drink much, so I guess I should follow that cue, shouldn't I?
Retired A very big thanks to Dark Oddity who put my signature pic together