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Post by The Doctor plus one on Jun 22, 2008 14:51:54 GMT -5
O-Suzu nodded once, then entered the establishment once again. The smell hadn't really changed, of course not. There was no way that it would turn into something she liked within just a few minutes. “Mister Lewis?” she asked, even though it may have sounded more like Roowis. Finding him wasn't really hard. When O-Suzu crouched to bend over him, she was quickly greeted by the stench of alcohol. For a second or two it forced her to close her eyes. People, why did they have to drink this garbage called alcohol? Why? What was the reason for this? “Mister Lewis,” she repeated, “can you hear me?”
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Post by kitastrophe on Jul 3, 2008 14:08:44 GMT -5
Kate supressed a chuckle as she leaned against the counter, her eyes taking in the very unlovely but nonetheless humorous visual. Lewis was spreadeagled on his back, grinning with his eyes closed, mumbling completely incoherent responses that may have been an affirmation of his ability to hear the girl leaning over him, or sometihng somewhat less appropriate.
"The speed at which he over imbibes has never ceased to amaze me. I've seen some world class alcoholics in my time, but he takes the cake, he does!" She remarked to O-Suzo, her voice threatening to break with amusement.
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Post by The Doctor plus one on Jul 3, 2008 15:11:09 GMT -5
O-Suzu quickly checked Lewis' pulse, but didn't find anything unusual. Though, self-made alcohol? She knew about the different forms of alcohol. Ethanol, methanol and a few other basic forms. Sometimes, however, people made the mistake of using methanol instead of ethanol. The results were usually worse than a random intoxication.
“Mister Lewis, open your eyes.” O-Suzu ordered. This was exactly why she hated alcohol. Another problem was, that, while lying on his back like this, he could simply choke on his own vomit, should he throw up. On the other hand, as long as he was able to actually see, then he had not messed up with the different types of alcohol. Still, it didn't make her feel any more comfortable. Getting drunk, at this time of the day. At least it seemed that he hadn't injured himself when falling down.
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Post by kitastrophe on Jul 4, 2008 10:36:54 GMT -5
Katie waited, watching O-Suzu trying to rouse Lewis with little success for a minute or two before deciding to step in. It was not that she doubted her experience in the medical field, but she was willing to bet her methods of handling drunken idiots were much more refined. Reaching over the bar to grab a bucket of water, she touched O-Suzu's shoulder to warn her to move back. "This ough to do the trick." She chuckled as she splashed the entire contents into Lewis' face.
Sputtering incoherent profanities, he stirred, apparently trying to rise to a seated position with little success. "Tha'wasunnecesnar...usenacesarry..what the hell're you tryin' to pull?" He angrily enquired, squinting at her as though he was seeing more than just the two girls standing before him.
"I think he'll be just fine." She said dryly, crossing her arms. "I'll get one of the barbacks to get him home." She sighed. She had been abuot to get off, it looked like she'd be covering Lewis' shift yet again.
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Post by The Doctor plus one on Jul 4, 2008 12:47:24 GMT -5
That was different, definitely different. But of course, if it worked then O-Suzu wouldn't complain about it. Still, it was a rather unusual way of dealing with drunk people and O-Suzu found herself thinking about the possible problems such a “treatment” could cause. What if he had really been unconscious? What if... But that didn't really change anything, did it? “What if” was a pointless thing to do. Yet that uncomfortable feeling didn't go away.
In order to distract herself from it O-Suzu nodded once. “That might be the best idea.” No, she would never understand why people throw themselves into such problems. Alcohol, getting drunk on it, falling over because of it, why? What for? It seemed to pointless to her.
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