Stitched Limbs

Ch 27: Some Drunken Games

A couple of hours later

After the first suggestion of drinking games had first come up, Tyn and Lakir were quick to come up with some. And seeing as I had never been to any drinking parties, I couldn't really contribute anything to the idea pile. But there were a good couple of intriguing games in there. I'm apparently fairly good at blackjack, which meant both of them had nearly half a bottle left after we decided to move on because they were getting salty about losing so much.  A little bit of dutch bliss and some other card games later and we were all pretty equally drunk. Although they had finished their bottles and were on their second ones, I was about halfway done with mine and definitely considering either puking or sleeping. I just couldn't tell which one I wanted to do more, that and cuddling Tyn seemed like a pretty enticing option as well, but I didn't know if he wanted me to do that while Captain Lakir was sitting across from us.

It was obvious that they both had a better tolerance to alcohol, but I suppose I expected that considering how both were so eager to suggest drinking games. And that Lakir just haphazardly gave all of us a full sized bottle of whiskey. I'm probably not going to remember much of tonight with the rate I'm going at now.

I bring myself out of my thoughts pretty quickly as I hear both of them laughing uproariously about something, we had taken a slight break from games.

"Why the hell did you decide stopping a tank by yourself was a good idea?" Tyn asks Lakir in bewilderment, a tone of shock underlying his words.

"Because we had lost control of it and the damn thing was going to run over the captains tent! I couldn't sit there and do nothing, the captain at the time, Captain Kosen, would have skinned all of us for even starting the damn thing!" Lakir says with a couple of laughs, leaning back in his chair. "So I ran in front of it and tried to divert it as much as I could. Those fuckers are heavy!"

One of Tyns eyebrows cocks up. "You didn't morph to try and get that thing to move did you?"

"No, I'm smarter than that Tyn. I may look to be all muscles, but there is some gray matter up here." Lakir points out with a couple of taps to his skull. "I didn't morph to move it, but a pal and I were able to get it moved enough to run over the food barracks instead." He lets out a loud laugh and crosses his arms as an embarrassed red glow came up on his cheeks. "We had to eat the squished food scraps for a month before they allowed us to eat normal meals!"

Tyn shakes his head and rubs his forehead. "You may have some brains, but sometimes I swear they go offline sometimes Lakir."

"Don't blame me Tyn, I learned that shit from you. Remember when you decided to prank Gail?"

Tyn groans in disgust. "Oh please don't remind me. I've had enough of a hard time just trying to forget why I did that."

I furrow my brows at Tyn and chuckled. "You pranked Gail? The old man at the facility?" I laugh slightly. "Ok, I want to hear that story." I had to try really hard to not slur my words, it was already hard to keep my sight correct.

He looks at me for a moment. "Oh no, lets not-"

"Yes he did! It didn't help that he and Gail were not in good standings with each other right then." Tyn was glaring at Lakir, and he still continued, making sure not to make eye contact. But my full attention was on hearing something about Tyn. "Tyn was like 15 or something, and absolutely pissed at Gail for sticking him into solitary for flirting with one of the nurses. So what he does as soon as he gets out of solitary is, hides the mashed potatoes and gravy from the lunches and dinners in his room for a couple of weeks."