Shinji of Gaul
Omake 2
I OWN NOTHING!
Shinji Arverni was not a happy man. He had recently defeated his second angel and now he wanted to celebrate. He tried to get into a bar and get a beer from the bartender he was told he was too young to buy anything. The bar was ripped to shreds and there were around thirty cases of broken bones and dislocated limbs after that little disagreement.
He was currently stomping back towards Misato's home and shuddering at the weak rat piss he had to look forward to. Then it struck him like a thunder bolt. "Ah'll joost brew me own!" He thundered off thinking about what he needed.
Misato, when she stepped out of her car, was struck by a god-awful stink and was also strangely lightheaded as if she had been hitting the hard stuff. She tore up the stare case when she saw a collection of barrels and tanks were being boiled on top of the apartment building and fumes were visibly rising from them. Her jaw dropped when a bird flew through the fumes and actually fell like a rock in an instant.
She burst onto the roof and was blasted back by the smell of fermentation. She looked through tearing eyes to see Shinji stoking fires and stirring mixtures in barrels and cauldrons. He looked up and smiled as if nothing was wrong and said, "Afternoon, Misato, loovely day t'be a brooin?"
"Good God Shinji what is that stink?!!!" Misato shouted with her nose and mouth covered.
"Joost mah beer a'brooin. Last batch's aboot done." He said, then walked over to a barrel and with a large ladle he scooped up some of the amber liquid and said, "Troi some."
She took single mouthful; she was awed at the heavenly taste of it. Damn Shinji could be a brew master of unrivaled caliber with this stuff. Then she swallowed it.
She woke up with the worst headache of her life. Everything ached even her hair seemed to throb. She'd had bad hangovers before but this was like comparing a lizard to a T-rex and saying that they were similar. Soon the pain was too much and she blacked out again.
She woke up to the sound of laughing and this time she felt only in pain instead of being in the deepest circle of hell. She blearily opened on eye and saw Shinji chuckling and swigging a large mug of something. He turned to the woman and said, "Ah, th' sleepin' beauty awakes. Ye've been oot foor a week oor so." She groaned in misery never wanted to leave her bed, one because of the pain and two because she never wanted to say how she ended up there. Her headache only worsened when she heard him mumble. "Tha' batch woos aboot alf' as stroong as Ah wanted it. Boot the taste was nae tha' bad. Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" He then was laughing about something on the T.V. while Misato just wanted to cry from the pain, the humiliation and the insanity of the situation. Her status as the greatest drinker in Tokyo-3 was over and done with.
The Lady of Booze was dethroned and the new Lord of Booze had arisen mightier than any before him. Not bad for being only sixteen years old.