07-04-2004, 01:54 PM
At the crack of noon, some three days after the team had made it back to their island home, the Skrull pirate known as Xlorvok finally cracked an eye. He wasn't quite sure what they had put into his drinks at Club Hellfire, but he knew for certain that as soon as his head cleared a bit, he would want more.
âVok found himself lying in exactly the same spot that he had left himself three days earlier; on the floor mere inches from his intended target; which just happened to be his bed. He had a faint cloud of hang over still swirling about his brain, but that didnât keep him from remembering most of what he and Chandi had done with their time spent perusing New York Cityâs night life. And unfortunately it also didnât keep him from remembering the bitchy phone call he and his feline cohort had received from the Battle-Ax upon their return to Twilight Cove. She really was a pain in the ass.
Pulling his arms up to his sides, âVok laid his palms against the floor and pushed himself up onto his knees. His head spun a bit with the effort, but at least he hadnât passed out again. He had tried the same maneuver three times in the past so many days and each time his efforts were met with defeat. The alcohol induced fog that swirled about him had been alarmingly heavy. After all he was a pirate and as anyone knew, they could handle their liquor with the best of them. Granted, he would admit to imbibing a bit more readily than normal while at Club Hellfire, but he didnât expect this type of reaction. He couldnât help but wonder if that Shinobi fellow hadnât been a bit more jealous than he let on. Even if Shinobi had attempted some shenanigans, apparently âVokâs alcohol tolerance combined with his alien physiology had been enough to beat back the worst of the effects.
Willing himself to move forward, âVok steadied his legs beneath himself and stood upright for the first time in days. Figuring some of his fellows might be getting curious as to his condition, he made his way to the kitchen, which had become the teamâs unofficial hang out. Upon entering the kitchen, âVok found the most lovely welcoming committee the team had to offer. As he slid past Kei, who was leaning against the fridge, he gave her a quick peck on the cheek and whispered, âMorninâ girl.â He wasted no time in making his way over to Chandi and giving her the same greeting he had their surfing teammate. Looking down at the note that Chandi held in her hands, âVok began to read. Although he couldnât bring himself to move beyond the first few words. He read them over and over in disbelief. And then, as if the cloud about his head had suddenly been lifted, he began to skip around the kitchen singing a moving rendition of âDing Dong the Witch is Dead.â Finally coming to a halt on the opposite side of the kitchen, âVok stopped dancing and showed the girls the biggest grin he had ever managed. With a tone of complete exaltation, he said, âWell thatâs the best news ever, ainât it girls? Just goes to show you, dreams do come true.â
âVok found himself lying in exactly the same spot that he had left himself three days earlier; on the floor mere inches from his intended target; which just happened to be his bed. He had a faint cloud of hang over still swirling about his brain, but that didnât keep him from remembering most of what he and Chandi had done with their time spent perusing New York Cityâs night life. And unfortunately it also didnât keep him from remembering the bitchy phone call he and his feline cohort had received from the Battle-Ax upon their return to Twilight Cove. She really was a pain in the ass.
Pulling his arms up to his sides, âVok laid his palms against the floor and pushed himself up onto his knees. His head spun a bit with the effort, but at least he hadnât passed out again. He had tried the same maneuver three times in the past so many days and each time his efforts were met with defeat. The alcohol induced fog that swirled about him had been alarmingly heavy. After all he was a pirate and as anyone knew, they could handle their liquor with the best of them. Granted, he would admit to imbibing a bit more readily than normal while at Club Hellfire, but he didnât expect this type of reaction. He couldnât help but wonder if that Shinobi fellow hadnât been a bit more jealous than he let on. Even if Shinobi had attempted some shenanigans, apparently âVokâs alcohol tolerance combined with his alien physiology had been enough to beat back the worst of the effects.
Willing himself to move forward, âVok steadied his legs beneath himself and stood upright for the first time in days. Figuring some of his fellows might be getting curious as to his condition, he made his way to the kitchen, which had become the teamâs unofficial hang out. Upon entering the kitchen, âVok found the most lovely welcoming committee the team had to offer. As he slid past Kei, who was leaning against the fridge, he gave her a quick peck on the cheek and whispered, âMorninâ girl.â He wasted no time in making his way over to Chandi and giving her the same greeting he had their surfing teammate. Looking down at the note that Chandi held in her hands, âVok began to read. Although he couldnât bring himself to move beyond the first few words. He read them over and over in disbelief. And then, as if the cloud about his head had suddenly been lifted, he began to skip around the kitchen singing a moving rendition of âDing Dong the Witch is Dead.â Finally coming to a halt on the opposite side of the kitchen, âVok stopped dancing and showed the girls the biggest grin he had ever managed. With a tone of complete exaltation, he said, âWell thatâs the best news ever, ainât it girls? Just goes to show you, dreams do come true.â