Swanky Suits and Super 'Champers'

Who: Keats
Where: BD corridor, near some crew quarters
When: hell knows
Keats started to slow down. He couldnt hear anythinmg now except the
screeching of pain from his muscles and the constant hum of the
Hydrogen Reaction engines on board. He stopped and doubled over,
handson knees and vomitted.
'Shhhoot... Theswe clothes reek'
Keats clothes were burnt in areas, from stomach acids, and his sweat
had mixed with this smell, what he wanted now was a shower, new
clothes and a women. He looked up, he saw seymours room.
'Well, 2 outta 3 aint bad...' he headed in.
As he enterd, the first thing he noticed was the heavily perfumed
air, at least 4 trouser presses and a large amount of light airy
colours... thesecond thing he noticed was the shower.
He stripped and jumped in.
<10 minutes of restful cleansing later...>
Keatss tepped out of the shower and reached for his clothing... the
clothing, however, had had better ideas whilst he was washing and had
either ran off of dissolved.
Keast stood there starkers.
He spyed Seymours wardrobe.
'Ummmm... nah.. he wont mind'
He rumaged through the ambasadors wardrobe.
'Fills... cuffs?.. Lace?!.. doesnt he have any NORMAL clothes...'
He continued to look through until he claimed a pair of bage
trousers, a plain white shirt and a Black dinner suit. He reacvhed
down for The Gun (TM) and held it ready, strap over shoulder and
muzzle pointed at the door, he took a step forward. And stopped.
His eyes were locked onto a a small wine rack, with several large
bottles with big tempting corks.
'Don Perion... 64.. what sorta beer is this?' Keats simple mind tried
top flex around the letters, he opend it, with a satisfying 'pop'. He
swigged it.
'What, this aint beer!' He was about to throw it aside when an idea
formed out of all the neurons in his head. He grabbed he quicky and
emptied about 5 bottles of the champagne into the hip flask.
The meter flashed at 12% capacity.
'Thatl have to do' and he activated The Gun (TM)
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