September 10th, 2006


Blithe spirits

From theatrical_muse: Spirit

Ah, a topic after me own heart, or at least it is in the plural. I enjoy a nice glass of red, and I won't say no to a drop of adrenaline and soma, even with the vitamins Cally sneaks into it (don't think I don't know, Cally) but there's nothing that can touch a good shot of brandy when things have gone a bit pear-shaped. Warms you all the way down and perks you right up after a dicey mission or an unscheduled visit to a black hole.

Lindor brandy's the best and Avon had a few bottles in his cabin after we took old Sarkoff back there. I think he found out I was filling up my flask and topping it up with the standard Earth stuff because one day he replaced the lot with black tea. Dirty trick, that, but the shock to me system was almost worth the grin he gave me. That was back when he could still do that without looking like a crocodile with a taste for Vila scaloppini.

I miss those days. But what the hell. Here's to you, Avon, wherever you are. [lifts a glass of Lindor's best]