Capa knew he had screwed up somewhere. He just didn't know why. Hayley was upset with him again and after what had happened at port, he just didn't feel like facing the world at the moment. Time had been spent in the lab, which he was glad to get, but it wasn't an ideal situation. That place felt so aimless to him.
He found that he was actually homesick. Drinking was never really the best option for him, but as long as he didn't make a fuss about it and didn't go near Hayley when he was drunk, then he didn't see why it should matter.
So, by the time that he saw Arthur, he was already mostly drunk. Stumbling over, he sat down beside him with a smirk.
"Hi." He couldn't think of anything more intelligent at the moment. That would do.
Capa snickered at that and took a drink out of his glass. It was mostly gone. "No." He leaned back against the chair, as his head was a bit heavy to hold up.
"I'm missing the things at port." That was obviously an important distinction.
"Ah." He nodded, smirking a little as he took a drink. Of course, that was quite a distinction to make. Arthur eyed Capa, half tempted to take his drink from him and encourage the man to sober up... But then again, Capa was an adult. He could make his own decisions. "Just the things."
Capa was on his last drink, honestly, and wasn't planning on doing anything stupid.
Not that he could really get in trouble here. He would finish this drink, go back to his room, sleep it off, and regret it when he had a hangover in the morning.
"Not the drinks." He paused. "Someone drugged me." Another pause. "Kirk drugged me."
Capa thought for a moment, as a lot of it was really just a blur in his mind. "He was a different person and offered to show me around. Bought me a drink. I had it. Apparently it was drugged."
He looked down to his glass. "I don't remember much after that."
That was a relief. Arthur relaxed and leaned back in his seat, taking another drink. "Just a run of the mill kidnapping, then. Good thing he didn't get a chance to sell."
"I don't know about that. It's not like I would be used for manual labor." He paused. "I might have gotten to see some interesting places." Because being a slave obviously meant an adventure.
He was finished drinking for the night. His thinking was desperately skewed. He stood up after a moment and returned to the bar, but came back with just a glass of water.
Capa chuckled. "Like I said, it doesn't matter. I have decided that I don't really enjoy being drugged. It's not a good feeling."
And, for a man who prided himself on his intelligence and clear thought, having no awareness of his surroundings or clear memories of it was disorienting. And wrong.
"No. I don't know Kirk. So I didn't know him before." Though, to be fair to the rest of the Barge, Capa didn't recognize anyone he had met only a few times. He rarely paid attention to the population around him.
"And I'm not really familiar with people falling off the barge in ports."
He found that he was actually homesick. Drinking was never really the best option for him, but as long as he didn't make a fuss about it and didn't go near Hayley when he was drunk, then he didn't see why it should matter.
So, by the time that he saw Arthur, he was already mostly drunk. Stumbling over, he sat down beside him with a smirk.
"Hi." He couldn't think of anything more intelligent at the moment. That would do.
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"Hi." That was some vague amusement in his voice right now. "Missing port already?"
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"I'm missing the things at port." That was obviously an important distinction.
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Not that he could really get in trouble here. He would finish this drink, go back to his room, sleep it off, and regret it when he had a hangover in the morning.
"Not the drinks." He paused. "Someone drugged me." Another pause. "Kirk drugged me."
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He looked down to his glass. "I don't remember much after that."
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Well, now Arthur thought that something even worse happened to him.
"Does... he remember?"
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"He was a slaver." He looked away. "I think that's the right word."
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He was finished drinking for the night. His thinking was desperately skewed. He stood up after a moment and returned to the bar, but came back with just a glass of water.
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And, for a man who prided himself on his intelligence and clear thought, having no awareness of his surroundings or clear memories of it was disorienting. And wrong.
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"And I'm not really familiar with people falling off the barge in ports."
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