Jak hadn't smiled this much since he'd arrived on the boat, at least as far as he knew. As far as he was concerned, Daxter hadn't been on the Elegante in the entire nine months he'd been on board, and now he finally had his best friend back.
He sauntered into Sergei's, grinning like an idiot, Daxter perched on his shoulder just like old times.
Jak was being awfully clingy and bubbly; Dax couldn't remember seeing him like this since Sandover. Not that he was about to complain. Dark and brooding might get you a few sexy ladies, but it was hell for having a good time. With Jak naturally in such a good mood, half of Daxter's work was done for him.
Which meant he could drink! Hell yes! He suspected he'd need a few drinks to get through the night at this rate, anyhow.
Karis gave the two a wave from the bar, setting a couple bottles of alcohol on the smooth surface, followed by a large bottle of beer, plus mugs and a few shot glasses. Tonight should be fun. The zombie started pouring some libations with a sharp-toothed grin and waved at the barstools, "Hey kid. See your friend is alright."
Nodding to the zombie, Jak wandered up to the bar and sat himself down on one of the stools. He'd beaten the shit out of Erol and got his best friend back in just a few days. Things were GREAT.
"Yeah, this is Daxter. We grew up together. Dax, this is Karis."
Jak's drinking buddy is an honest-to-Precursors zombie. More than that; by the sound of it, she was the same person he'd semi-flirted with over the comms. A zombie.
He'd flirted with a dead girl.
"Hey there, uh...sugar. You always look so under the weather, or does the lighting just suck?"
Karis chuckled and slid a couple shot glasses towards the pair, "Yeah. We talked over the comms."
She glanced at Daxter with another grin, "Always look like this m'afraid. Bein' dead doesn't really do much for good looks."
Surprisingly enough, Karis was in a good mood, especially for her. She rolled her shoulders, then knocked back her first shot, "So, Kid. Glad to see you got your friend back. How you been holdin' up?"
Jak took the shot glass with a grin, then knocked it back. Free alcohol, and it all tasted infinitely better than any of the moonshine in Spargus. Setting it back down on the bar, he watched the undead curiously. She sounded better than the last time they spoke.
"Still curious about those lower decks. You find anything interesting down there?"
Daxter did what Daxter does best; completely ignore any serious conversation in favor of a more enjoyable distraction. In this case, alcohol. He hopped down from Jak's shoulder right onto the table, picking up the shot glass with both hands and idly sauntering amongst the bottles Karis had provided, reading the labels.
Nothing familiar. Nothing purple.
No gold floating in them.
Oh well! Drinks were drinks, and Dax is going to enjoy what he has. ...whew! This was strong stuff.
Karis shrugs and slowly pours herself a second shot, giving Daxter's actions a wry chuckle, "Well... there's another set of passengers down there. Separated from us, apparently, 'cause they're not pure or something. And the Captain force-feeds the crew blue shit - gas or liquid form. Does something to 'em, not sure what. That's about what I found."
She sighs and knocks back her second shot, "More questions n'answers, but it was something, I guess."
"You're easy!" And with that, Daxter burst into a snorting fit of laughter, turning as if to walk away and collapsed straight back with a thud that rattled the bottles.
"Gnomes are three feet tall an' they can drink better then him," Karis snickered and then shook her head, "This boat... don't know what I'm gonna do with myself, kiddo...."
Another pause and then she glanced over at him, "I sorta like you, kid. Respect you, anyway. You fought with me - hell, you ended up dead, but that doesn't mean shit to me."
Jak winced, then resigned himself to only having the use of one arm, knocking back his second shot. Wiping the corner of his mouth, he tilted his head at the undead.
"What can we do? The way things are going, I'll settle for saying alive. Well, coming back I guess." He rubs the back of his neck. "It's no worse than where I came from."
Jak hadn't smiled this much since he'd arrived on the boat, at least as far as he knew. As far as he was concerned, Daxter hadn't been on the Elegante in the entire nine months he'd been on board, and now he finally had his best friend back.
He sauntered into Sergei's, grinning like an idiot, Daxter perched on his shoulder just like old times.
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Which meant he could drink! Hell yes! He suspected he'd need a few drinks to get through the night at this rate, anyhow.
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"Yeah, this is Daxter. We grew up together. Dax, this is Karis."
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Jak's drinking buddy is an honest-to-Precursors zombie. More than that; by the sound of it, she was the same person he'd semi-flirted with over the comms. A zombie.
He'd flirted with a dead girl.
"Hey there, uh...sugar. You always look so under the weather, or does the lighting just suck?"
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She glanced at Daxter with another grin, "Always look like this m'afraid. Bein' dead doesn't really do much for good looks."
Surprisingly enough, Karis was in a good mood, especially for her. She rolled her shoulders, then knocked back her first shot, "So, Kid. Glad to see you got your friend back. How you been holdin' up?"
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"Still curious about those lower decks. You find anything interesting down there?"
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Nothing familiar. Nothing purple.
No gold floating in them.
Oh well! Drinks were drinks, and Dax is going to enjoy what he has. ...whew! This was strong stuff.
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She sighs and knocks back her second shot, "More questions n'answers, but it was something, I guess."
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"We pulled a guy out of a tank of that blue stuff. He turned into smoke, he was trying to kill us."
Jak shook his head, then cut off his story as he watched Daxter slam back his shot without pausing. "Dax, easy there."
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Then he began to sing.
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Another pause and then she glanced over at him, "I sorta like you, kid. Respect you, anyway. You fought with me - hell, you ended up dead, but that doesn't mean shit to me."
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"What can we do? The way things are going, I'll settle for saying alive. Well, coming back I guess." He rubs the back of his neck. "It's no worse than where I came from."
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