Oct 23, 2004 21:51
A Jaffa does not normally imbibe, but ...
It had been a particularly difficult battle. One of the younger warriors had liberated some of the local distilled spirits and the bottles were soon being passed around. I resisted for a long while, hoping to be a better example of what a Jaffa should be. I was not yet First Prime, but had certain ideas about proper decorum.
But it seemed whatever the spirit was, it in fact, was lifting the hearts of the men, and so I decided that I too, would try a sample. It was quite a sweet drink, and did not taste of alcohol. That would prove to be it's greatest danger.
Sooner than I realized, I had finished off most of a bottle by myself and found that I was the center of attention.
I had overturned a nearby basket, taken an unsteady stance on it, and was belting folk songs of my homeworld at the top of my voice, with poor harmony supplied by some of the others. I have vague memories of attempts at folkloric dances too, but I am, after all, an old man, and my mind is not what it was.