AMALTHEA

[soulping]

[The lights dim and you are no longer in a classroom, but a low key bar. An older gentleman from behind the counter is looking at you as if waiting for your next order. La Torre's voice comes from nowhere in particular:]

Let's pick up where we left all, shall we? You are sitting in a bar. Why are you drinking?

Comments

[menially]

I know..........

[His breath hitches. Slamming a fist onto the counter with a pained laugh.]

Goddammit, why is there lemon in these drinks, it's not fair...

[codecmoment]

ARE YOU ALLERGIC? IT'S OKAY, THE TEQUILA SUNRISE IS SWEET TOO IF THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT.

[ Awkwardly patting his back, while upset at himself because he's a quiet, soft-spoken person. His throat kind of hurts. ]

[menially]

[Just stuffs his face back into his arms with another sob and a muffled, broken mantra of I can't, I can't be allergic, I can't die, oh my god]

[codecmoment]

IT'LL BE OKAY, WE HAVE TO WIN AND KEEP GOING. THIS IS ONLY TEMPORARY.

[ But now you know how I feel most of the time. Jerk. ]

[menially]

[WHO ARE YOU CALLING A JERK YOU JERK]

T-there's only two of us, there's... there's no way...

[these tears are running down my face like whoa I am crying a river]

[codecmoment]

[ Uhmmm... ]

AMALTHEA NEVER LOSES. I WILL MAKE YOU DRINK THIS MYSELF, I SWEAR.

[menially]

Goddammit, then I really AM going to die.......

[;~;]

[codecmoment]

YEAH, MAYBE, I'M PRETTY GOOD AT INDIRECTLY KILLING PEOPLE.