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'Uggggh...' Was all that James could think of at the moment. Why, indeed, was the rum gone? 'Because I bloody well drank it all.' A fresh piss stain lined his trousers as he lay underneath a tattered blanket in the cargo hold of The Antillian Gambit. This was different than any other hangover James had ever experienced. Typically the old spacer was more than capable of simply drinking through the pain, never really caving in to the feeling completely.
But now, as he sat in his own filth, the thought of drinking more was wholly unappealing to him. For a moment, he wondered where he even was. The feeling of complete bewilderment and confusion was near-unshakable, only complimented by the blue hue of his skin. He could barely think about anything, with any thoughts present being the pain and discomfort he felt. At least it was dark, and he could get some sleep... oh... precious sleep.
@Retroboy
But now, as he sat in his own filth, the thought of drinking more was wholly unappealing to him. For a moment, he wondered where he even was. The feeling of complete bewilderment and confusion was near-unshakable, only complimented by the blue hue of his skin. He could barely think about anything, with any thoughts present being the pain and discomfort he felt. At least it was dark, and he could get some sleep... oh... precious sleep.
@Retroboy