[b][u]Whiskey In The Jar[/u][/b] [b]Escapade-Bar[/b] Python sits at the bar, sipping at a beer. The strong, heavily carbonated drink was good. His favorite in fact. The beer was German, from Earth and very, very rare, but goddamn it was good. He took a sip then looked at the bottle, inspecting the label, smiling. Was this all it was? Drinking a good beer and waiting for death to soon invade his life and friends' lives with it's cold, dark grasp? He sighed, finishing the beer and asking for some whiskey. "Gimme a bunch of shot glasses and leave the bottle." The bartender nods, leaving the bottle and five shot glasses. Python began to pour one. [i]Give it a few years, you'll be dead and it'll all be silent, quiet, finally at rest. Isn't that what I though back on Thorisis?[/i] He pours the rest, picking up the first glass and downing it. [i]Careful, not too much, it'll make you puke anti-matter.[/i] He downs the next shot, starting to reach for the next. [i]What happens after the Phazon threat loses? I don't know, don't really care anyways, I'll just be sad and angry.[/i] Python drinks the shot seemingly effortlessly. It was obvious he knew how to hold his booze. [i]I understand...just....don't try suicide again. Eh, I'll do what I want.[/i] He downs the next shot, reaching for the second to final one. [i]Suicide isn't how you are supposed to go....don't mess with fate. What will fate do?[/i] He downs that shot, starting to down the last one. [i]She'll kill me? So scared. She won't only kill you, but she'll erase you from everywhere, no one will ever know you existed. Good, then nobody will know how many I've killed, how many I've taken, how much I've stolen...[/i] He sat there, returning the glasses and empty whiskey bottle and ordered another beer. [spoiler]Open[/spoiler]