a/n: Water: Doug recounts his deadliest foe.
Slumped at the bar, drunk off his ass, Doug hiccuped. "Ya wanna know the deadliest thing on the planet?"
"How about some coffee?" The manager wasn't sure the bouncer could handle Barrett. If some other Harriers jumped in, she'd need a new building.
"Water. Fucking water."
"Cross take you swimming to Sylvalum?"
"Ha ha. That's a breeze," he slurred. "No. Fucking water, ripping our souls right out of our bodies."
"Oh, jeez, the Biahno thing. Parasites, right?" The bartender slid the mug of coffee closer.
Barrett shuddered from booted toe to close-cropped skull. "Absolutely meant that."
a/n: Absolutely didn't.
Next up: Andrew. ANDREW? WHAT KIND OF PROMPT IS ANDREW?