[The shimmering remains of nectarian beverages were scattered, decorating the scarred, wooden floor of the Kashmir dining establishment. Their glassy glow resonated off the dim, scarlet lights, beaming like the tiny pearls of a young woman’s necklace. This faint light caught in the collapsed doctor’s halflidded, ocean cool eyes. His tuxedo, once a
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Shhh, don’t talk we will continue the fight another day.
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As she looked down at the doctor’s cold disheveled body she knew that at least for today their noble fight was lost. The very thought of the lost made her feel as if her very hart had been plunged in to the darkest, coldest depts. of the unforgiving ocean. As she lifted her kind and brave comrade into her nimble arms she could only hope that he would find it in his hart not to leave her alone in the fight. That he could persevere thought such difficult as the alcoholic poisoning of tonight but the great battle that would be the hangover of tomorrow.
“If you throw up on me I’m shoveling you in the air lock without a death suit.”
She muttered trying her hardest to keep up a strong façade in the face of the daunting task that lay before them.
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