Sick As A Parrott

Keto sat, slumped dejectedly at the end of the bar, slowly drinking
his way through most of its contents. Ever since his little accident
back on Earth he had seemingly been invulnerable to the blessing and
curse that was drunkenness, but on the other hand he'd never tried
the Pick'N'Mix method of ordering drinks.
"Mister Numan," he sighed, "I'll take a shot of that one, that one,
that one...no, actually, make it two of that one, I like the colour."
Numan looked and saw that Keto was actually pointing towards a
small container of Swarfega. He shook his head, and opened his mouth
to say something but Keto held up a hand.
"I just know that you're going to say you think I've had enough,"
said Keto quietly, "But let me tell you something - firstly, I can't
have enough because I've been cursed with something that should
theoretically be good for me. And secondly, I could probably afford
to buy four hundred containers of whatever that stuff is."
"Swarfega," said Owen, managing to get a word in edgeways. Keto
blinked.
"Swarfega? I've been drinking Swarfega for the past hour?"
Numan nodded. Keto glared at him.
"Then why didn't you TELL me?"
"You seemed to be enjoying it."
Keto opened his mouth, hesitated, then shrugged.
"Ah, what the hell. It tastes okay. Keep it coming."
Numan, likewise, shrugged and turned back to the array of bottles.
Behind him, Keto said, "And could I have four slices of lemon in this
one, please? The last one nearly burnt my throat out, so I'm hoping
the citric acid should lower the average somewhat."
Numan poured away as Keto wondered, vaguely, what would happen if
he tried to perform an operation while drunk. He winced at the
thought, until he imagined that he was performing a highly-delicate
operation on Shakespeare in an intoxicated state. He brightened up
almost immediately.
Unbeknownst to Keto, the Phantom of the Opera was just reaching the
stage where he was required to escape to the roof with Christine...
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OOC: If somebody wants to come and remind Keto, or if Holly somehow
happens to remind Keto just at the point where he really has to run
to get there on time, feel free...
Otherwise, Keto might just skid into the scene a little late and in
disarray...possibly increasing comedic value...
- Dr Keto, Doctorate in Blue Ointment and Making Extraordinary Dwarves