Fallout Equestria: Sleepless in Seaddle (Closing, IC)

[Morlodania]

"Death? Who is...Oh crap." Ghost was wondering who she was talking about, then he realized, she's having a meltdown. "Trit, I'm not Death, I'm Ghost, it's just your mind playing tricks on you again." Ghost said as he hopped off the bed. He saw Trit get into a battle stance, "Uh oh." Came across his mind. He used telekinesis to get his helmet, just to protect his head. He put it on, "If you think of fighting, let's take it outside, less damage to be done." Ghost said as he teleported outside.

Trit followed him. "You beast, following me, chasing me my whole life! What have I ever done to you, Death? Why, why do you plague me? Where the hell is Ghost? He was there one second, and then it was you! Did you kill him, too, you bastard? DID YOU?" Trit prepares to fight, forming fireballs, and preparing to attack.

[The Republic of Greater Appalachia]

Trit followed him. "You beast, following me, chasing me my whole life! What have I ever done to you, Death? Why, why do you plague me? Where the hell is Ghost? He was there one second, and then it was you! Did you kill him, too, you bastard? DID YOU?" Trit prepares to fight, forming fireballs, and preparing to attack.

"Trit, Death hasn't killed me, nor am I dead." Ghost says, trying to reason with her. He sees the fireballs forming, "Trit don't attack me. I'm not your enemy." Ghost then draws his swords and drops them on the ground. "See, I'm not going to fight. Look at the swords, you know what my swords look like, I offered them for you to borrow a few days ago." Ghost then took a few steps away from his swords, to prove that he wasn't going to fight. "I hate psychological warfare, especially when I'm the target of something bigger than me." Ghost said to himself. He doesn't use combat magic often, but he knows some, he can deflect some types of magic, fireballs are one of the ones he can deflect away. If Trit started using lightning or something a bit harder to control unless being the one casting the spell, Ghost would have to resort to other forms of defense.

[The Flutterlands]

"Opium?" said Pitch, "Never even heard of him till... Shade happened..." Pitch began to chuckle nervously. "It's funny. I'm only in this situation because of him... Shade... on the path to be being a better stallion... I'm not sure if I should thank him or not..."

The bartender returned with Pitch's muffin and vodka, and Frost's coffee and Whisky. "Enjoy." he said, as he left the pair to their drinks.

Pitch didn't bother pouring his bottle of Vodka into a cup. Instead he just drank it from the bottle. He took a big sip, and slammed it onto the table, and started his muffin. "What are planning on doing now, concerning Opium?" he asked, chewing on a bite of his muffin, "Are you still planning on working for him?"

Frost drank half of the whiskey bottle in one gulp and poured the rest into the large mug along with the coffee. As she drank it she could feel the caffeine counteracting the heavy amount of alcohol in her body. "I couldn't answer that question even if I were sober." She muttered softly. "I'm not even sure if I want to let Ghost kill him. I mean he has a daughter, she sees him as a father, a good one. Why wouldn't she? He's never done any wrong to her I don't think. I don't want to let her be orphaned. I couldn't care less if you killed Shade or not, I just don't want to hurt blessing in any way. . . Have you heard of an Alicorn mare called Poet?" Frost asked as she took another draught of her coffee. "I had to rescue Blessing from her, but I don't know . . . I just don't know anything about this silent war. I'm caught in the middle and the only motivation I have is caps." She muttered as she finished the coffee. She looked at Pitch for a while, just thinking to herself random things.

"Look, I don't mean to be rude, but I'm going to go sleep. . . I don't think my body is going to be very happy tomorrow." She said and stood. She dropped a coin purse in front of Pitch. "That should be enough for our drinks, keep the rest, a gift I guess." She said with a slight hint of depression and stumbled upstairs to her room. She collapsed on the bed and passed out, everything went black.

Pitch chuckled as he watched Frost leave. He took another big sip of vodka and another big bite out of his muffin. When he was finished, he used whatever money Frost had in the pouch to pay for the drinks, along with what was left to buy two other drinks for himself. On his way out, he trotted by a mare, who was just as drunk as he was. He winked at her, and she giggled back. "Hi..." he grinned at her like an idiot. She only giggled in return. "Want to uh... come to... my place for awhile? I'm lonely..."
The mare giggled again. "Are you going to share one of those drinks with me?" Pitch nodded. She only giggled louder. "Aw. You poor dear... I could help rid you of that loneliness of yours..." the mare cooed. She stretched out her hoof in acceptance, as the drunken Pitch helped her out her chair.

Pitch lead the mare to Trit's house. Upon reaching the front yard of his new home, Pitch noticed that Trit and Ghost were in some kind of stand off, but, he was too drunk to actually understand what was going on. Pitch yelled out to Trit and Ghost in a drunken voice, "HEY GUYS! I'M HOOOMMMMEE! You gave the day off today, right? Sweet Celestia I'm so drunk, I'm heading to bed... Oh... and I brought a friend... Olive Oil," Pitch said wrapping his hoof around the mare, with bottles of vodka in levitation, "I would like you to meet, Ghost and Trit. Ghost and Trit, this is... Olive Oil."
Olive Oil laughed childishly and waved drunkenly. "Hi Ghost. Hi Trit... We're drunk..."

[Morlodania]

"Trit, Death hasn't killed me, nor am I dead." Ghost says, trying to reason with her. He sees the fireballs forming, "Trit don't attack me. I'm not your enemy." Ghost then draws his swords and drops them on the ground. "See, I'm not going to fight. Look at the swords, you know what my swords look like, I offered them for you to borrow a few days ago." Ghost then took a few steps away from his swords, to prove that he wasn't going to fight. "I hate psychological warfare, especially when I'm the target of something bigger than me." Ghost said to himself. He doesn't use combat magic often, but he knows some, he can deflect some types of magic, fireballs are one of the ones he can deflect away. If Trit started using lightning or something a bit harder to control unless being the one casting the spell, Ghost would have to resort to other forms of defense.

"Don't try and trick me! You aren't Ghost!" She say Death drop his weapons, and was momentarily lost. "You, but... Don't mess with my head! Dropping your swords won't be much help! You still have magic!" Trit watches him, waiting for him to make a move. She sees Pitch and a mare come over. "Pitch, watch out!"

[The Flutterlands]

"Trit, Death hasn't killed me, nor am I dead." Ghost says, trying to reason with her. He sees the fireballs forming, "Trit don't attack me. I'm not your enemy." Ghost then draws his swords and drops them on the ground. "See, I'm not going to fight. Look at the swords, you know what my swords look like, I offered them for you to borrow a few days ago." Ghost then took a few steps away from his swords, to prove that he wasn't going to fight. "I hate psychological warfare, especially when I'm the target of something bigger than me." Ghost said to himself. He doesn't use combat magic often, but he knows some, he can deflect some types of magic, fireballs are one of the ones he can deflect away. If Trit started using lightning or something a bit harder to control unless being the one casting the spell, Ghost would have to resort to other forms of defense.

"Don't try and trick me! You aren't Ghost!" She say Death drop his weapons, and was momentarily lost. "You, but... Don't mess with my head! Dropping your swords won't be much help! You still have magic!" Trit watches him, waiting for him to make a move. She sees Pitch and a mare come over. "Pitch, watch out!"

"But..." said Pitch confused. His eyes squinted at the scene. "That... is Ghost... I may be drunk as a skunk, but, I know for a fact that.... that is Ghost..." Pitch wobbled towards Ghost and Trit, with his hoof still wrapped around Olive Oil. "What? You never saw him out of his armor before?"

[Das Metro]

Whisper unceremoniously groaned as he returned to consciousness. He peeked down to his bandaged forelegs and growled. Those red stained rags shouldn't be there. Still not quite awake, Whisper fumbled around with the bandages. It took him a moment, though after a brief struggle both were off. Whisper groggily glanced about and raised an eyebrow. To him it seemed that it was sometime later, but he felt a twinge of annoyance waking to bandages. Whisper shook his head and shakily walked out of the kitchen. His forelegs stopped bleeding, though the wounds were still open, and stung. Unsteadily, Whisper managed his way out of the bedroom.

In the living room he found his friend, Pitch. A sloshed, drunk Pitch. Whisper glanced at him, then the Mare. That was quite odd. "Pitch? What in Tartarus? Who the fuck is that?" Whisper said, gesturing to Olive, "Where the Tartarus is Paradise?"

[Morlodania]

"But..." said Pitch confused. His eyes squinted at the scene. "That... is Ghost... I may be drunk as a skunk, but, I know for a fact that.... that is Ghost..." Pitch wobbled towards Ghost and Trit, with his hoof still wrapped around Olive Oil. "What? You never saw him out of his armor before?"

Trit looked at Pitch with total confusion. Before her, she saw Death, yet Pitch saw Ghost, and Death claimed to be Ghost. She shook her head, trying to clear it, and, sure as the rising sun, it was Ghost. Trit reddened. She had... Had done it again. It had been months, almost a year, since it had happened, yet here it was again, she had seen Death, had had it happen. Out of embarrassment, she teleported back up to her room, and hid in the closet.

[Das Metro]

Poet had long since freed herself from the ice using her fire magic, and had already freed Fire, who was now carefully unfreezing Prize. She shivered slightly as she applied a careful flame to Fortune now, hoping to have them all freed soon enough. Fire's specialty was, well, fire, so Prize was out in minutes and wrapping himself in a blanket, shivering. Poet looked to Fire, "Dear, could you get Fortune out, I believe I hear somepony calling for my name downstairs."

The bright orange Unicorn nodded and pranced over to Fortune, "Of course Madame Poet, you have more pressing matters to attend to."

Poet smiled and nodded thankfulky and gracefully made her way out of the Inn Room. She walked down the hall in a similar fashion and began making her way down the stairs like a filly on Prom Night. Poet stopped halfway and craned her head over the railing, "Er yes? Hello there? Was someone calling a Madame Poet?"

Colonel Cylon froze, it was her, she was much more appealing up close than from a shoddy camera from a distance. He could tell this was her, the mare whom he kept eyes on before the battle that took place here. The soldier smiled, which was quite rare, "Yes. Yes I was!" Cylon had no clue how to introduce himself, but he is trying.

"And I come to your aid, courtesy of The Steel Rangers." He smiled, which was quivering in the corner of his mouth. He never felt love in two centuries and it felt good to the stallion.

Poet looked out into the crowd and laid eyes on a rather dashing Stallion. Although she could clearly tell he was indeed a Steel Ranger of some standing by his rigid posture, even if he didn't quite look it. Happily, Poet descended the stairs with a certain grace that was at times unique to her, and her cohorts. Carefully she made her way to Cylon and smiled. "Aid? Against the Seaddle Coterie I trust? Oh! That's absolutely wonderful! Please, follow me up to my room please, we can discuss this sensitive matter upstairs," Poet said happily and made her way up the stairs.

[The Flutterlands]

"But..." said Pitch confused. His eyes squinted at the scene. "That... is Ghost... I may be drunk as a skunk, but, I know for a fact that.... that is Ghost..." Pitch wobbled towards Ghost and Trit, with his hoof still wrapped around Olive Oil. "What? You never saw him out of his armor before?"

Trit looked at Pitch with total confusion. Before her, she saw Death, yet Pitch saw Ghost, and Death claimed to be Ghost. She shook her head, trying to clear it, and, sure as the rising sun, it was Ghost. Trit reddened. She had... Had done it again. It had been months, almost a year, since it had happened, yet here it was again, she had seen Death, had had it happen. Out of embarrassment, she teleported back up to her room, and hid in the closet.

Pitch looked at Ghost and waved hello. He then turned to Olive Oil. "Come on, let's go inside." he giggled. Olive Oil giggled back, and the pair entered the house, to find Whisper awake. "Oh hi, buddy." said Pitch smiling like an idiot, "I'm uh... drunk... this is Olive Oil..." Pitch gestured at his marefriend. "Paradise is back at Silver Moon. She's wrapping up some last minute business for... Sunflower..."
"Who's Sunflower?" Olive asked, slowly pulling away from Pitch, only to lean back to him so she won't stumble onto the floor.
"Sunflower..." began Pitch, turning to Olive Oil, "Sunflower was a friend of mine... a very close friend... she's dead now..." Pitch sulked his head in sadness.
"Oh... what a shame..." said Olive, snuggling into Pitch's arms. Pitch looked at her and smiled. "I bet that she was very nice to you..." She said, then turning to the batpony. "Who's he?"
"Olive Oil," said Pitch, pointing at his friend, "That is... Whisper..."
"Hi Whisper!" Olive Oil waved happily, "We're both drunk!"

[Das Metro]

Opium was sat down someplace besides his sitting room for once. At the moment, he was sitting in the large room which served as Blessing's room. It was arguably the largest room in the Club, and it looked like a prewar little fillies bedroom. Opium wanted to make things as nice for his daughter as possible, better than what he had as a child. Opium sat next to Blessing, who was stacking a set of faded building blocks. Opium didn't help, but only watched, and giggled along with his daughter when the tower fell. As she began to stack the blocks a second time, Blessing stopped, and looked to her father, "Daddy, who's Poet?"

"I told you sweetie, she's a bad Pony," Opium replied warmly.

Blessing shook her head, "No, I mean, for reals. How is she bad."

Opium bit his lip and stroked his daughter's curly black mane lovingly, "It's a long story, are you sure you want me to tell it?"

"Yes please!" Blessing piped up happily.

"Well, when daddy was a young adult, just becoming a Stallion, he had to do some... bad things to survive. One day, Miss Poet found daddy and told him she could give him a better life. She took him to her big school, Madame Poet's School of Persuasion. Daddy was very, very happy for a long time, it's where he met Mommy," Opium added with a sad glint in his eyes before continuing, "And daddy did really good in the school! So good, one day, Poet took him to the side, and told him that he was doing to good, and needed to be rid of. So, she had a Griffon try and make me disappear."

Blessing sat and thought, "Is that what happened to your face daddy?"

Opium smiled and Blessing ran his little hoof across one of the five sicklt diagonal scars, "Mhm."

"Oh. Okay daddy, I guess Poet is bad, huh?"

"Very bad," Opium pulled up his suit sleeve and glared at a small contraption on his foreleg the glowed a bright green. "Naptime sweetie."

Blessing nodded, "Yes daddy." Instinctively, she raised her forelegs so that Opium could pick her up and set her snugly in bed.

Smiling, Opium brushed a loose strand of her mane out of her face and kissed her on the forehead. "Sweet dreams sweetie," he whispered, leaving the room. Outside, Opium lightly closed the door and looked at the guard impassively with his odd neon orange eyes. The guard seemed to squirm under his gaze. Evilly, Opium growled in the guard's ear, "One slip up, you'll WISH you'll have died." Opium walked away, up to another Stallion, the same who brought Frost to him. "Blackblood! I have a job for you. Find the Frost Mare, and tell her I'd like an informal meeting. A date."

[The Flutterlands]

Opium was sat down someplace besides his sitting room for once. At the moment, he was sitting in the large room which served as Blessing's room. It was arguably the largest room in the Club, and it looked like a prewar little fillies bedroom. Opium wanted to make things as nice for his daughter as possible, better than what he had as a child. Opium sat next to Blessing, who was stacking a set of faded building blocks. Opium didn't help, but only watched, and giggled along with his daughter when the tower fell. As she began to stack the blocks a second time, Blessing stopped, and looked to her father, "Daddy, who's Poet?"

"I told you sweetie, she's a bad Pony," Opium replied warmly.

Blessing shook her head, "No, I mean, for reals. How is she bad."

Opium bit his lip and stroked his daughter's curly black mane lovingly, "It's a long story, are you sure you want me to tell it?"

"Yes please!" Blessing piped up happily.

"Well, when daddy was a young adult, just becoming a Stallion, he had to do some... bad things to survive. One day, Miss Poet found daddy and told him she could give him a better life. She took him to her big school, Madame Poet's School of Persuasion. Daddy was very, very happy for a long time, it's where he met Mommy," Opium added with a sad glint in his eyes before continuing, "And daddy did really good in the school! So good, one day, Poet took him to the side, and told him that he was doing to good, and needed to be rid of. So, she had a Griffon try and make me disappear."

Blessing sat and thought, "Is that what happened to your face daddy?"

Opium smiled and Blessing ran his little hoof across one of the five sicklt diagonal scars, "Mhm."

"Oh. Okay daddy, I guess Poet is bad, huh?"

"Very bad," Opium pulled up his suit sleeve and glared at a small contraption on his foreleg the glowed a bright green. "Naptime sweetie."

Blessing nodded, "Yes daddy." Instinctively, she raised her forelegs so that Opium could pick her up and set her snugly in bed.

Smiling, Opium brushed a loose strand of her mane out of her face and kissed her on the forehead. "Sweet dreams sweetie," he whispered, leaving the room. Outside, Opium lightly closed the door and looked at the guard impassively with his odd neon orange eyes. The guard seemed to squirm under his gaze. Evilly, Opium growled in the guard's ear, "One slip up, you'll WISH you'll have died." Opium walked away, up to another Stallion, the same who brought Frost to him. "Blackblood! I have a job for you. Find the Frost Mare, and tell her I'd like an informal meeting. A date."

As he watched Blackblood leave to pick up Frost, Shade then turned to Opium and smiled. "I have installed Olive Oil, as you commanded Opium. I'm sure that she would play Pitch, like a harp from hell. Especially, with him at the emotional level he's at! Heh Heh. Pitch will fall for anymare, now!" Shade crackled. "You know, it's a shame. It's a shame that Pitch has such wonderful talents. Yet he wastes them all on pretty explosions... such a shame... What a fool, he is? HA!"

[The Republic of Greater Appalachia]

Trit looked at Pitch with total confusion. Before her, she saw Death, yet Pitch saw Ghost, and Death claimed to be Ghost. She shook her head, trying to clear it, and, sure as the rising sun, it was Ghost. Trit reddened. She had... Had done it again. It had been months, almost a year, since it had happened, yet here it was again, she had seen Death, had had it happen. Out of embarrassment, she teleported back up to her room, and hid in the closet.

Ghost now knowing that Trit was herself again grabbed his swords and sheathed them, then went looking for Trit. "Trit, what happened? Why were calling me Death?" Ghost mostly knew why, he just wanted to hear Trit say something to him, and for her to get it out of her system. "Don't tell me you don't feel like talking about it, I've know from experience that the sooner you talk about something that bothers you, the sooner you feel better." Ghost said as he searched her room.

[Morlodania]

Ghost now knowing that Trit was herself again grabbed his swords and sheathed them, then went looking for Trit. "Trit, what happened? Why were calling me Death?" Ghost mostly knew why, he just wanted to hear Trit say something to him, and for her to get it out of her system. "Don't tell me you don't feel like talking about it, I've know from experience that the sooner you talk about something that bothers you, the sooner you feel better." Ghost said as he searched her room.

Trit sat there in the closet, hiding her shame. She had massively fucked up... Twice. How much more of a screw up could she be? She just... She could never get anything right. She considered walking out there, just long enough to get her things and teleport away, but... She wanted to be here... If she wasn't so damned stupid, she wouldn't be having this problem! Trit's shame turned to anger, and she violently bashed her head against the closet wall, making a loud noise.

[The Republic of Greater Appalachia]

Trit sat there in the closet, hiding her shame. She had massively fucked up... Twice. How much more of a screw up could she be? She just... She could never get anything right. She considered walking out there, just long enough to get her things and teleport away, but... She wanted to be here... If she wasn't so damned stupid, she wouldn't be having this problem! Trit's shame turned to anger, and she violently bashed her head against the closet wall, making a loud noise.

Ghost heard the banging on the wall and went and opened the closet door, "Come on Trit, you've hid this long enough, time to let it out." Ghost said as he saw her.

[Morlodania]

Ghost heard the banging on the wall and went and opened the closet door, "Come on Trit, you've hid this long enough, time to let it out." Ghost said as he saw her.

Trit just kept banging her head against the wall. She couldn't believe how much a moron she was. Getting drunk, coming home, kissing Ghost... Letting herself fall under that Celestia-forsaken spell again... Attacking Ghost... All of it... She was just... Worthless.

[The Republic of Greater Appalachia]

Trit just kept banging her head against the wall. She couldn't believe how much a moron she was. Getting drunk, coming home, kissing Ghost... Letting herself fall under that Celestia-forsaken spell again... Attacking Ghost... All of it... She was just... Worthless.

Ghost goes and grabs her, keeping her from banging her head. "Trit, look at me, I don't blame you for what happened out there. I don't think of you any less than I did two hours ago, just stop beating yourself up. I've done things I don't want to talk about, that's how bad they are. This whole situation is nothing compared to what I have done. All I want you to do, right now, is stop beating yourself up. You won't get anywhere and you'll only be hurting more." Ghost then uses his telekinesis to take off his helmet again. "Look at me, and tell me what you see." Ghost said, he was staring straight into Trit's eyes.

[Morlodania]

Ghost goes and grabs her, keeping her from banging her head. "Trit, look at me, I don't blame you for what happened out there. I don't think of you any less than I did two hours ago, just stop beating yourself up. I've done things I don't want to talk about, that's how bad they are. This whole situation is nothing compared to what I have done. All I want you to do, right now, is stop beating yourself up. You won't get anywhere and you'll only be hurting more." Ghost then uses his telekinesis to take off his helmet again. "Look at me, and tell me what you see." Ghost said, he was staring straight into Trit's eyes.

Trit stops, and sighs, then looks at him. "Honestly? I see the most handsome stallion I have ever seen in my entire life, trying to convince me I'm worth more than I really am." She looks down, away from him, embarrassed by her own statement, because she knew it was true.

[The Republic of Greater Appalachia]

Trit stops, and sighs, then looks at him. "Honestly? I see the most handsome stallion I have ever seen in my entire life, trying to convince me I'm worth more than I really am." She looks down, away from him, embarrassed by her own statement, because she knew it was true.

Ghost blushes, he feels extremely awkward, "You are worth more than you think you are. Think of all the good you've done within the last 3 days. You took Kindle in, you befriended Frost, you gave Pitch and Whisper a second chance. I don't care what others or own mind say, you are worth saving." Ghost said, softly.

[La Bandera Roja]

Through the front gates of Maregaton, a stallion trotted in. He wore the unmistakable NCR uniform under a duster trench coat. After the gates closed behind him, he took a glance over the town. Not the smallest he'd seen, and one of the more active ones. His standard issue NCR scarf covered his neck and mouth and his eyes had goggles over them. He didn't know where to go, one of the worst parts about entering a new town was the subtle feel of helplessness despite the excitement of meeting new ponies and seeing new things, maybe find something interesting.

Maybe a bar, a day of traveling after the massacre of the rest of his squad. He gritted his teeth, the pain still didn't slip away. To take his mind off of it the pegasus lifted his legs and started off, slowly trotting down the entrance of the maregaton town, glancing left and right, unsure how these ponies would feel to a lone NCR around there.

[Morlodania]

Ghost blushes, he feels extremely awkward, "You are worth more than you think you are. Think of all the good you've done within the last 3 days. You took Kindle in, you befriended Frost, you gave Pitch and Whisper a second chance. I don't care what others or own mind say, you are worth saving." Ghost said, softly.

"And yet, I'm an insane bitch of a mare. What worth is there in that?" She thinks for a second, then face-hooves. "Celestia, I need to take my own advice... Everypony has worth, no matter who they are or what they've done..." She looks up at Ghost, seeing him blush. "When I kissed you earlier... Did you like it?"

[The Republic of Greater Appalachia]

"And yet, I'm an insane bitch of a mare. What worth is there in that?" She thinks for a second, then face-hooves. "Celestia, I need to take my own advice... Everypony has worth, no matter who they are or what they've done..." She looks up at Ghost, seeing him blush. "When I kissed you earlier... Did you like it?"

Ghost feels even more awkward when she asks the question, "Depends, was is it sincere or the alcohol?" Ghost asks.

[Morlodania]

Ghost feels even more awkward when she asks the question, "Depends, was is it sincere or the alcohol?" Ghost asks.

"Sincere. The alcohol just let me do it... I'd have never had the guts to if I hadn't been drunk..." She looks into his eyes, still not totally believing that he, Ghost was here for her, Trit. She was pitiful, why would he care? She wasn't sure.

[The Republic of Greater Appalachia]

Ghost feels even more awkward when she asks the question, "Depends, was is it sincere or the alcohol?" Ghost asks.

"Sincere. The alcohol just let me do it... I'd have never had the guts to if I hadn't been drunk..." She looks into his eyes, still not totally believing that he, Ghost was here for her, Trit. She was pitiful, why would he care? She wasn't sure.

"Maybe I did. Just a little." Ghost said, with a silly smile.

[Morlodania]

"Maybe I did. Just a little." Ghost said, with a silly smile.

"Do... Do you wanna kiss again?" She blushes at her question, and looks down, embarrassed. Why did I say that? Trit thinks.

[The Republic of Greater Appalachia]

"Maybe I did. Just a little." Ghost said, with a silly smile.

"Do... Do you wanna kiss again?" She blushes at her question, and looks down, embarrassed. Why did I say that? Trit thinks.

"Maybe, has the taste of alcoholic beverage dissapeared?" Ghost asks, blushing even more.