9th widows web - Dictated

[well_assembled]

Ok, short and sweet, this has been a week that deserves drinking.

I have two bottles of Glenfiddich 30 Year Old single malt Scotch.

I don't want to drink it alone.

If your interested, let me know.

Comments

Dictated

[sandoval]

... ah, you were that woman from the drinking game! Hello again!

What is a "Scotch"? It sounds interesting, though! Is Glenfiddich where it's from?

Dictated

[well_assembled]

Right, Hi.

It's an intoxicant, some of the best ever made in my opinion. Glenfiddich is an old word, something about deer in a field or something, my Gaelic isn't great. But it's from a small city in Scotland from my home world. Brews from there are often called Scotch for that reason.

[sandoval]

Well I assumed it was alcohol - who other than a sissy would drink non-alcoholic things? But that is very interesting! I've never heard of this "Scotland" - is that one of those Earth countries I've been hearing so much about?

I simply must try this. If I ever meet the ambassador of Scotland I'll be off to a grand start already!

[well_assembled]

It's worth the time to try, room 2007 if you decide you want to.

[sandoval]

Ah! You're not very far from where I am! I'll be there soon, crumpet!

[And it isn't very long at all. In just a few minutes, there's a knock on Natasha's door.]

[samson]

That's really not a bad idea.

[well_assembled]

So get up to 2007 before my generosity runs out.

[samson]

Yes, ma'am.

[And he does!! There is a knock on the door after a few minutes.]

[well_assembled]

[She opened the door and looked..up...waaay the hell up at him. Jesus, what the hell was this guy? Another norse god?]

You must be Brock, I'm Natasha. You made good time.

[She left the door open for him to see himself in and she was already pouring three fingers in a glass for them both.]

[compromisedarrow]

You don't need to ask me twice. I think I'm starting to become an alcoholic.

[well_assembled]

It's not a habit, it's just to take the edge off. Suck it up Barton.

[compromisedarrow]

Well, there's a lot of edges that need taken off.

[well_assembled]

So get up to 2007.

[originalcopy]

[This has been exactly the kind of week that makes him wish he could just get drunk and forget about shit.]

Tempting as that is, I think I have to pass this time.

But have one for me.

[well_assembled]

Your loss. I'll have a couple.

So.. how are you doing after...everything?

[originalcopy]

Heh, not too many though. I don't want to have to go pick you up off any floors.

I'm dealing. At least I can see now.

You?

[well_assembled]

I can hold my liquor fine, and two bottles is not nearly enough to get me that drunk.

Good.

I'm always fine, it's my natural state of being.

[whichwayyoulean]

As fun as that sounds, I remember Drunk Nat from last time, so I'm going to go with a 'no' on that.

[well_assembled]

I didn't....

Oh, that. Sorry about that. I'll try to avoid your tower from now on.

[whichwayyoulean]

Hey, it's okay. At least you didn't throw up on anything.

[well_assembled]

Not since I was 12.

Dictated

[honeytoes]

You have booze?

Dictated

[well_assembled]

No, I have Glenfiddich, it's not just booze.

I also have extra glasses.

Dictated

[honeytoes]

Whatever…I’m not here to argue semantics.

I’m here to remove the memory of last week from my head; alcohol seems a good place to start.

Dictated

[well_assembled]

Room 2007. No semantics, just good scotch.

And no questions asked.