We were in the Citadel, and James was going to go against a krogan in a drinking contest. He supposedly knew where Jackie M. was, and James had talked him into a deal: If he won, the krogan would tell us where Jackie M. was. If the krogan won, two-thousand credits would be his, as well as James prized pistol.

"Ready, human? We drink booze that gets harder every round. This isn't a race, though: you wait for the slower one to finish, and then we get the next round." The Krogan said.

"I know, I know. I've been around the block a couple times." James said. They poured some blue alcohol, and they both drank it easily. The poured the next drink, an odd looking purple whiskey, and James downed it in a second. "I've had harder shit at a kid's party." James laughed, to the approval of the crowd. A weird bluish liquid was poured, but the Krogan hit the cups off the table.

"Bring out the hardest damn thing you have!" The Krogan yelled, and neon-green liquid was shaken and poured into two glasses.

"Slightly radioactive-" The bartender began, but the Krogan just pushed him away and shoved the cup in James face, a drop landing on the table and making a sizzling sound.

James chuckled, and took the drink, downing it and shaking his head. "That...is...nasty as...hell."

The Krogan drank it, and coughed. He fell down, and he heard snoring. James shot up, throwing his hands in the air. He was stumbling and...what was the human expression? Drunk as a mole? Whatever, he was very drunk.

"Why the hell does gramps end up doing the dangerous stuff?" Abbey asked me, then told me to help her lift the Krogan up.

"It's going to take them all night to get sober, then a week for the hangover to end." I sighed. Abbey was helping James to the door, though James wanted to stay and scout for asari.

"Damn my head hurts." The Krogan said.

"Where is Jackie M.?" I asked.

"Be quieter, please." The Krogan moaned. "He's supposedly on Neverland this week. It's his birthday."

"What the hell? Where I began? Damn!" I yelled, and the Krogan screamed bloody murder.

"Let's just leave him to his pain." Abbey said, stomping loudly on the ground.

James walked out of the bathroom, dressing in his normal dress clothes.

"Do you have a hangover, too?" I asked.

"I don't get hangovers, son." James said. "So, to Neverland?"

"It will take us a few days to get there, but yeah." Abbey said. "You sure you're okay, gramps?"

"Well, my liver is probably dead and you kept me from getting a girlfriend, but other than that, yeah." James smiled.

"None of them were interested." Abbey said.

"How do you know? I'm like wine: I get better with age." James said, chuckling as he walked out the door. "See you on the Rat-Catcher."

"See you gramps." Abbey said, shaking her head. "Where does he get this from?"

"I don't know, but he seems like a great guy to hang out with." I said.