06-19-2017, 10:29 PM
Kelly sits in the corner by himself with three empty bottles of hard apple cider on the table in front of him, and half a bottle of speyside single-malt scotch sitting next to an glass. He's turning his head back and forth with sudden, jerky motions, looking at the room out of the corner of his eyes as though he's expecting to catch somebody sneaking up on him.
"Didjever ... notice," he slurs, "how your visule latency period increases whenyer drunk? S'facinating."
He veeeeerrrry carefully pours two fingers of scotch into his glass. The table rumbles, and two of the three empties explode. The third pinwheels across the room seemingly of its own accord.
"... well. Thashnot good."
"Didjever ... notice," he slurs, "how your visule latency period increases whenyer drunk? S'facinating."
He veeeeerrrry carefully pours two fingers of scotch into his glass. The table rumbles, and two of the three empties explode. The third pinwheels across the room seemingly of its own accord.
"... well. Thashnot good."