The girl cocks her head to the side, twisting the shot glass gently in her hand as one would spin a top. Her smile is pleasant yet devious, and her eyelashes flutter briefly before speaking.
"You should know, to come here is suicide." She reclines on the couch, her hand reaching for another shot glass and setting it in front of you with a clatter. Looking down at it, you realize that the table with its glass surface and silver legs bent in curved patterns match the shot glasses, bearing the same curved silver around its bottom. As she pours the tea into the shot glass, you realize that the majority of it is Absinthe mixed with heavy cream as its smell wafts up into your face.
"For such a logical and reasonable people as the Federation are, they seem to talk about suicide a lot. I've made a list of things I've heard from your world, echoes that reached me in my states of inebriation."
Notes on Suicide:
"That ship was constructed for a suicide mission." -Spock
"Regrettable that this society has chosen suicide." -Mirror-Spock
"All this, self-inflicted. Mass suicide!" -Kirk
"That's suicide, Data!" -Riker
"Ah! Sacrificing yourself for these humans? Do I detect a little selfless act?" -Q2
...You don't even bother reading the rest.
Thursday, August 9, 2007
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