Inebriated

“You look like shit.”
Hilo looked up at him, his brows rising slightly in emphasis. “Pot calling the kettle, pal.”
“How much of that Cognac did you drink?” Voryk asked.
“Enough that I should not, under any circumstance, condition or natural law of physics, be coherent or conscious at this moment.”

The Zen Lounge
A.C. Melody

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