Looking at one of my friends at work who looks like crap after a night out has spawned this bit of fiction. Not Uber-SLA but.....
My head is still pounding as I take the vid call telling me to get down to Shiver Station HJ8790 in Skortia Sector. I pick up my clothes from around the room and search for my Op card and Badge. I feel like shit. Whose idea was it to celebrate getting the break on the White we're working on? We must've been out for 12 hours straight and I personally burned away 100C on booze and club entry. I would've stuck to Slosh but McKinnell got me on a macho trip and we had neat Whiskey shotting for a solid hour. Man I feel like crap.
I make my way down to the Shiver station and only had to throw up twice. Pain Away hasn't even touched this headache and my worlds swimming. Getting to the station Glory, our Ebon, tells me my appearance doesn't befit squad Media rep. He's being polite, I feel like shit. Why does McKinnell look like normal? Oh yeah, he's a drug bunnie.
We get taken to the Morgue and that just about does it for my stomach. The meagre breakfast of tinned bacon comes straight back up and I find myself hugging the toilet for the next 10 mins. I come out and find I have to take a sub tube to some blokes house and take him down. Hand to Hand only as we need the ratings.
My heads thumping, stomach churning, eyes are muggy and I feel like I'm gonna be sick for the rest of my poultry life. Trouble is, I arranged to go T'rk drinking with Kt'ryn to celebrate his 2nd Son, and he wants to get steamed on some crazy Shaktar drink.
I hate feeling like this but Drinks the only thing that gets me through....
Maybee I'll stop after this BPN.
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