Unexpected News, part 6

Dylan looked at the drink Harper had placed before him, "What exactly is this called again?" Harper looked at him, "You telling me you've never drunk Guinness before?" Dylan looked at the thick black liquid, "I've never even heard of it before!" Tyr examined his own glass, "Why dose it come in such strange amounts?" Harper sighed, "It's called a pint: a pint of Guinness. Look, El Dorado Drift is the only place other than Earth where you can get this stuff at a price we can afford: this may be your only chance to try it." Dylan and Tyr exchanged glances, and started on their drinks.

In another bar in another part of the Drift, Rommie was equally worried about the drinks Beka had ordered, "Is Tequila such a good idea?" Beka poured out three shots, "Look, just try it once, then make up your mind." Trance put her glass down, "I'm not that big of a drinker." Beka handed her the drink back, "Look, its easy: on three, we tip our heads back and swallow the drink in one go, ok?" Rommie and Trance nodded nervously. Beka smiled, "Ok: one, two, three, GO!"

Four hours and many drinks later:

Dylan sat staring into space, "I can't feel my legs. Are they still there?" Harper pulled himself up off of the floor, "I think so, but you seem to have four of them. Are you sure you're not Vedran?" Dylan laughed, "I can't remember!" Tyr put an arm around Dylan's shoulder, "Your a very lucky man you are! You know why? Because you get to be with the woman you love, that's why!" Harper managed to sit back own chair without falling off again, "And why can't you?" Tyr looked at him, pint in hand, "I'll tell you why Mr Harper: because she's not Nietzschean, that's why!" Dylan tried to pull himself together, "Well who is she then?" Tyr raised his glass, "Beka Valentine." Harper fell of his chair laughing.

Rommie sat looking at the worm in the bottom of the Tequila bottle, "Why's there a bug in my bottle?" Beka looked at it, "I can't quite remember: I think it's something to do with how strong it is." Rommie shrugged, and shot-gunned the bottle, catching the worm in her teeth. Beka clapped, "That was good that was! How's Trance?" The two of them looked at the third member of their party: Trance lay with her head on the bar, snoring quietly. Beka giggled, "I guess she was right when she said she wasn't a big drinker." Rommie laughed, "I think two bottles was a bit much for her."

Beka started crying, "Your lucky you are: the man you love admits he loves you too. Why can't Tyr do the same?" Rommie spat-out a mouthful of Tequila in shock, "You love Tyr? Since when?" Beka put her head on Rommie's shoulder and sobbed, "For a long, long time. But he says he can only love a Nietzschean. What a load of crap!" Rommie patted Beka on the back, "Don't worry, he'll come round. They all do."

TBC