Pumpkin Pie. Butter Rum. (Horizon Tales)
AUTHOR: Shrimp
CHALLENGE: Pumpkin Pie 3. potion; Butter Rum 8. bottle of rum
WORD COUNT: 201
RATING: PG
NOTES: This was supposed to be a pocky but it got a little longer and I didn't feel like shortening it (I'm lazy!). Just something light hearted from when Vala is working on the smuggling ship.
Vala groaned a little and leaned over the side of the ship. She heard the scuffing of someone approaching behind her but didn’t have the energy to right herself.
“Sea sick?” It was Fat John.
“My head hurts,” she explained from her position. There was a pat on her back that caused her aching muscles to tremble. She groaned again and pushed off the side of the ship to face Fat John. He was unscrewing a pouch.
“Here. Take a bit of this.” He held it out to her and she took it, sniffing carefully and immediately regretting it.
“What is it?” She coughed. Fat John grinned.
“Just a bit of sailor’s medicine.” She brought it to her mouth but hesitated. The smell burned her nose and turned her stomach. “Think of it like a magic potion.” With a sighed she upended the pouch, squeezing its bottom as she took a long sip.
“Ugh!” She spat over the edge what remained behind to coat her tongue. “What’s it made of?” Her breath felt hot as she spoke and she could feel the path the drink had taken by a warmth down her throat to her guts.
“Rum,” Fat John said proudly.
CHALLENGE: Pumpkin Pie 3. potion; Butter Rum 8. bottle of rum
WORD COUNT: 201
RATING: PG
NOTES: This was supposed to be a pocky but it got a little longer and I didn't feel like shortening it (I'm lazy!). Just something light hearted from when Vala is working on the smuggling ship.
Vala groaned a little and leaned over the side of the ship. She heard the scuffing of someone approaching behind her but didn’t have the energy to right herself.
“Sea sick?” It was Fat John.
“My head hurts,” she explained from her position. There was a pat on her back that caused her aching muscles to tremble. She groaned again and pushed off the side of the ship to face Fat John. He was unscrewing a pouch.
“Here. Take a bit of this.” He held it out to her and she took it, sniffing carefully and immediately regretting it.
“What is it?” She coughed. Fat John grinned.
“Just a bit of sailor’s medicine.” She brought it to her mouth but hesitated. The smell burned her nose and turned her stomach. “Think of it like a magic potion.” With a sighed she upended the pouch, squeezing its bottom as she took a long sip.
“Ugh!” She spat over the edge what remained behind to coat her tongue. “What’s it made of?” Her breath felt hot as she spoke and she could feel the path the drink had taken by a warmth down her throat to her guts.
“Rum,” Fat John said proudly.