Rum. Blessed, blessed rum. Getting drunk was hardly the answer, the Knave knew, but he didn't care right now. It wasn't as if he was going anywhere and he really wanted to something to drown out everything in his head.
He opened the bottle and took a long drink, waiting for the buzz to hit him. All he got was a pleasant sort of feeling, almost like a tickle. He took another gulp but there was nothing. No buzz, no feeling of tipsiness or giddiness - just a slight tickling sensation.
"Oh, bloody hell!" he wailed. "It's not bad enough that I'm a genie but now I can't even get drunk? You have got to be kidding me."
He gave the bottle a last longing look then slid it over to the pirate. There was no sense in drinking the rum if he couldn't even enjoy it.
"That's a long story. Let's just say be careful what you wish for and leave it at that."
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Date: 2013-12-22 02:54 pm (UTC)He opened the bottle and took a long drink, waiting for the buzz to hit him. All he got was a pleasant sort of feeling, almost like a tickle. He took another gulp but there was nothing. No buzz, no feeling of tipsiness or giddiness - just a slight tickling sensation.
"Oh, bloody hell!" he wailed. "It's not bad enough that I'm a genie but now I can't even get drunk? You have got to be kidding me."
He gave the bottle a last longing look then slid it over to the pirate. There was no sense in drinking the rum if he couldn't even enjoy it.
"That's a long story. Let's just say be careful what you wish for and leave it at that."