The Bunks -- Game Table

[Racetrack Higgins]

How do you drive Racetrack absolutely insane? Give him the incentive to keep completely silent. Race needed to talk. If he couldn't talk and yell and argue, he was pretty lost. At the moment, though, he knew he should talk as little as possible, and to try (well, sorta try, it was unavoidable) not to argue with anyone. In the battle, Racetrack had gotten his nose broken--you didn't need to know anything else other than it happenened in the battle so quit bein' so nosy--and the bandage on his nose made him talk as if he had a really, really bad cold. It was nothing short of embarrassing.

"Gibbe sub..." he mumbled to David, trailing in a few yards behind. He'd been downstairs, and when he saw the bottle of scotch he thought that the bunk room was a better pace to be at the moment. He didn't ache anywhere, except maybe a bruise or three that were healing. If anyone had been pissed off by the battle, it was Racetrack. He hadn't gotten a really bad injury...the only one he got he didn't even get fighting...and even then it made him look like a moron instead of brave.

Were you supposed to drink scotch with morphine...?

[Skittery James]

Skittery barely recalled or cared that Luna had thrown a tantrum but the waisting of good scotch had him getting to his feet before Specs came back in. He growled at him when he mentioned it would be better with booze before David came in and distracted him with the bottle of Scotch, ignoring his wet lap he grunted and grabbed the bottle, pouring himself a glass before he toasted to Dave. "Here's to bein' one step ahead of the next guy.." that's how you survived wasn't it? Being on step ahead of the guy running next to you.

As Race came in he tried valiently not to comment on the fact that no one could understand him and wanted to yell SPEAK UP for all those damn dumb and glum comments he made. But instead he patted him on the back and took a swallow from his glass.

"Where were we? Oh yeah, dames. Can't do with em.. can do without them for awhile and yet they always manage to weasel their way back into our lives somehow. And I'll tell you, they can stand me for awhile, I get laid plenty without having to pay em. Then I just have to get rid of em.."

[Kid Blink]

Blink stared around the bunk room. Where the hell had everyone come from?! Jesus... so much for peace and quiet...

"Christ, get Jack and Dutchy in here, we'll throw a god damned party," he mumbled, opening his morphine tin again and tapping a couple into Specs's outstretched palm. He was gonna run out before sunrise at this rate. "Anyone else want one?" he asked the room. "Davey? That gash is lookin' mighty hurtful. Race? Might make you speak right again."

He nursed his drink for a minute as Skittery babbled on about all the girls he had to slough off when he was finished with them. "Yeah," he said with a snort, "ya send 'em back to Specs, where dey came from."

Mm, why didn't he ever try a good morphine buzz earlier?