05-10-2007, 12:10 AM
"Stairs, stairs, stairs!"
Celipa sing-songed her way up three flights of stairs and drab white walls, cheerfully bouncing along as she ascended. Her destination was the bar: as soon as she heard that there was a bar here, she had sprung into action. Usually she wasn't a big drinker. But the slip of paper in her pocket that bore the number four marked acceptance into the game, and that was cause for celebration.
Finally she reached a door. A brown door, completely devoid of anything exciting. Even the handle was duller than usual, as its paint appeared to be chipping. Nothing could down on Celipa's spirits however, and she turned it with her typical wide grin, stepping into the bar which was bustling with the large amount of activity she had expected. The cheerful saiyan made a beeline for the counter.
"Um, gimme that kinda thing. That you give people. With alcohol in it!" she chimed to a rather greasy looking man standing behind the counter. He was rubbing off the inside of a dirty mug with one his grubby hands, and turned up from his business.
"Here ya go," he grunted, after filling up yet another dirty looking mug. He slid it across the counter-top to her.
"Err, thanks."
Celipa stared at it a minute. THIS was beer? It didn't look nearly as glorious and golden as it did on the commercials. Even its fizz appeared lesser than it did on Earth commercials. She lifted it up above her head and stared quizzically at the bottom of the mug, hoping for something a bit more glorious than what was actually there, like a winning lottery ticket pinned on it or something. But she had no such luck.
"Oh," she muttered, kind of let down. "Oh well, I guess. Down the hatch!"
She opened up her mouth and took a hearty swig out of the mug, and gagged as she choked down the liquid. As it went all the way down into her belly she let out a spluttering noise, shaking her head violently like a dog shaking off particularly unpleasant wetness.
"Gross!" she exclaimed.
A few males' heads turned, all of which bearing looks of disbelief and even incredulity. Their GOD!? The beer!? Being put down by a mere woman?
"Sorry guys," she said, making a face at the beer as she pushed it away. "I guess this isn't my thing."
She stood up from the counter, still making her gross-out face as she found a seat at an empty table in the corner. Laying her head down in her arms as she sat, she closed her eyes serenely.
"Meditation will toss off that bad karma," she muttered. "Knew I shouldn't have tasted that crap."
Celipa sing-songed her way up three flights of stairs and drab white walls, cheerfully bouncing along as she ascended. Her destination was the bar: as soon as she heard that there was a bar here, she had sprung into action. Usually she wasn't a big drinker. But the slip of paper in her pocket that bore the number four marked acceptance into the game, and that was cause for celebration.
Finally she reached a door. A brown door, completely devoid of anything exciting. Even the handle was duller than usual, as its paint appeared to be chipping. Nothing could down on Celipa's spirits however, and she turned it with her typical wide grin, stepping into the bar which was bustling with the large amount of activity she had expected. The cheerful saiyan made a beeline for the counter.
"Um, gimme that kinda thing. That you give people. With alcohol in it!" she chimed to a rather greasy looking man standing behind the counter. He was rubbing off the inside of a dirty mug with one his grubby hands, and turned up from his business.
"Here ya go," he grunted, after filling up yet another dirty looking mug. He slid it across the counter-top to her.
"Err, thanks."
Celipa stared at it a minute. THIS was beer? It didn't look nearly as glorious and golden as it did on the commercials. Even its fizz appeared lesser than it did on Earth commercials. She lifted it up above her head and stared quizzically at the bottom of the mug, hoping for something a bit more glorious than what was actually there, like a winning lottery ticket pinned on it or something. But she had no such luck.
"Oh," she muttered, kind of let down. "Oh well, I guess. Down the hatch!"
She opened up her mouth and took a hearty swig out of the mug, and gagged as she choked down the liquid. As it went all the way down into her belly she let out a spluttering noise, shaking her head violently like a dog shaking off particularly unpleasant wetness.
"Gross!" she exclaimed.
A few males' heads turned, all of which bearing looks of disbelief and even incredulity. Their GOD!? The beer!? Being put down by a mere woman?
"Sorry guys," she said, making a face at the beer as she pushed it away. "I guess this isn't my thing."
She stood up from the counter, still making her gross-out face as she found a seat at an empty table in the corner. Laying her head down in her arms as she sat, she closed her eyes serenely.
"Meditation will toss off that bad karma," she muttered. "Knew I shouldn't have tasted that crap."
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Standing on a hill in my mountain of dreams
Telling myself its not as hard, hard, hard as it seems