me, trying to write someone drinking space whiskey without knowing what whiskey tastes like: maybe i’ll just describe what whiskey shouldn’t taste like.
Rex found it hard to be annoyed about his personal misfortune when he got to drink something that didn’t taste like it’d been scraped off the underside of a still in someone’s garage.
On the other hand, when would he get another chance at whiskey that hadn’t been fermented beneath a speeder with a leaky coolant line?
“Last thing I drank was beer that could’ve been used as engine lubricant. It was slippery. First two rookies to taste it puked in the gutter. I’d order the rest of the battalion to quit letting Fives procure alcohol if I thought I could enforce it.”
me, a person who should not be allowed to write: nailed it.
This is fucking delightful and so much more evocative of the BS he has to put up with.
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