"Where did the underwear even come from..." [b]He mutters after emptying the tankard, and setting it down just hard enough to shatter the bottom.[/b] "Whoops... Can't feel my arms..."
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She hoists him back up on the couch. "Just sleep it off, we're gonna have a long chat about responsible drinking when you sober back up"
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"I am quite sober...."
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"Really now? What's the difference between a tomato and a potato?"
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"Tomato is a red, disgusting thing, and a potato is a brown thing which grows in the ground, and is utterly delicious!"
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"And that's how I know you're still banjaxed, tomatoes are in no way disgusting" she grins. "Just rest up" She says patting him on the shoulder. "I'll be putting this away" She says picking up the bottle of liquor and walking towards the mess deck.
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"Pretty sure you're drunk if you think tomatoes are delicious..." [b]He says with a grin before closing his eyes, hugging his gun, and going to sleep. [/b]