"There was only one reason why the order never allowed straight alcohol, and, strangely enough, iy wasn't because of General Cross. It was, in all good honestly, caused by Reever.
"Once upon a time ago, the Scientist of the Order use to drink beer instead of coffee. Who thought of this rule, I don't know, but it actually lasted quite a while. Reever became so addicted, that once, when he was so out of it, he hit the head chief against his head so hard, that to this day, he constantly falls asleep at the strangest times, only to be awakened by the thought of his loving little sister marrying a total duchebag. And that is the tale of the black orders rule against good Booze."
The small group looked at the girl; just looked at her. Was she stupid? Reever would never drink!
And speak of the workaholic, and he shall appear!
Rima smiled as her favorite scientist walked past.
"Hi, Reever! What's up?"
He sighed, as always, and gave a faint smile. "Working, as usual."
Before Rima could speak again, Lavi interrupted with, "Hey, Reever! Rima was just telling us some story about how you use to drink and all. Is that true?"
Everyone was shocked (except Rima) to see his face pale and turn a unique shade of green. His response was sickly. "I quit that a long time ago…"
Their thoughts were all the same as he turned and walked away.
Well I'll be damned…
All I can say is:
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