Whumptober 2020 Day 22: Do These Tacos Taste Funny To You?—Poisoned/Drugged/Withdrawl
Word Count: 706
Author: Katie/Ally (aquietwritingcorner/realitybreakgirl)
Rating: T
Characters: Oliver Armstrong
Summary: There's something odd in Olivier's drink…
Notes: Inspired by an rp over on my Olivier blog, indomitableicequeen. I wanted to expand on this more, but what is time?

Belladonna

Olivier didn't often take a night off to go to North City and just enjoy herself. Truthfully, she wasn't here completely for that either. She had business that had taken her to North City, but both Buccaneer and Miles had insisted that she take the night to enjoy herself. Buccaneer was in charge at the fort, and he was more then able to take care of things there. Miles had come with her, but he, too, insisted that she relax a bit. He had invited her to come with him to see his wife and daughters, but she had declined, knowing that he needed some time with his family.

So instead, she had sought out the local military dive bar.

She had actually found several of her men there, enjoying their leave, and she had waved them away when they had started to come to attention. Instead, she went to the bar and got a drink, watching her men enjoy themselves.

There was more then Briggsmen and military in this bar, of course but unless someone presented themselves as a threat, she had no problem with them. She was well into her fourth beer and enjoying Sergeant Ocket's attempts at a drinking song when a man came up and sat next to her. He watched her for a moment, and then smiled at her.

"Does your drink taste strange?" he asked her in Drachman, and it took Olivier a moment to translate it in her head through the alcohol.

"What?" she growled back at him, her eyes narrowing on him.

He smiled at her. "Does your drink taste strange, Major General Olivier Mira Armstrong?" he asked again. "I certainly hope that you enjoy it."

She raised her drink to her nose and sniffed at it. There was a faint trace of something there that she hadn't noticed before. Immediately she was on alert and, without taking a second to think about it, she turned and decked him, sending him plunging off of the stool he was on, and onto the floor. Her sword was out and at his neck as she stood over him. All singing or carrying on in the bar had stopped, and eyes were on them.

"It will be flavored with your blood if you don't tell me what you did?" she spat out.

The man glared up at her. "Why should I tell you?" he said, "You who are the enemy of my people!"

Olivier didn't hesitate. She grabbed a nearby knife and flung it into his hand, pinning it to the floor. The man screamed in pain. "You'll tell me," she said, "because if you don't, I will make sure that your death is long and drawn out."

"And how will you do that if you're dead?" he sneered at her.

"Because my men will make sure of it," she growled. She could already feel her men forming ranks around her, ready to take out this man that she was talking to.

The Drachman man glared up at her, but it was clear that he was not getting out of this one. So instead he grinned up at her. "I hope you enjoy your belladonna, General. There's not much poison a poor man like me can get, but that one is plentiful, if you know where to find it."

Belladonna. That was deadly, especially depending on the amount. And with the way that he was talking, what he gave her was no small amount.

"You," she pointed to two or her men. "Get him up, get him to interrogation. Find out details. You," she pointed to another. "Call Miles at his house and explain. You," she pointed to a third one. "You're going to the hospital with me."

"Yes, sir!"

The orders were given and quickly followed, and she sheathed her sword as her men moved to grab him up. She turned—and stumbled. Immediately two of her men were there steadying her. The Drachman man was laughing.

"It happens fast!" he said gleefully. "And I will relish this!"

"Hospital. Now." She said, and her men made sure she was on her feet and rushed her out. Oliver grit her teeth. Miles was going to kill her, if these berries didn't.