From the Highlands And some part of Victor's brain, somewhere in the chaos, understood that Usher wasn't actually trying to kill him. Or even really hurt him that badly. Which was a good thing, since after the first few seconds Victor had no doubt at all that Usher could have destroyed him utterly. That much of the man's reputation was no figment of the Revolution's mythology, after all.
cthia wrote:
Does this come as a surprise to anyone other than me? From mainline stories I knew Usher wasn't to be taken lightly. But this? Kicking Victor's ass? Easily?? While drunk???
KNick wrote:
And just why did you assume Kevin was drunk??? He had been drinking (at a guess, tea), but nowhere does it say he's drunk.
On the contrary KNick. Victor's observations were that he was drunk...well, half-drunk. And to someone who doesn't drink (me) the difference between half-drunk and drunk is holding the toilet hoping to retain your major organs. Now I know there are real drinkers out there,
liquortarians, who can maintain...but still...Victor is supposed to be a badass too.
It was certainly unnoticed by the man he was staring at. It took Victor no more than seconds to decide that his quarry was already half-drunk. True, the man sitting at the bar was neither swaying nor slurring the few words he spoke to the bartender. In this, as in everything, Kevin Usher kept himself under tight control. But Victor had seen Usher sober—occasionally—and he thought he could detect the subtle signs. In the end, it was that which finally overcame Victor's fears. If he denounces me, I can always claim he was too drunk to know what he's talking about. It's not as if Durkheim won't believe me—he makes enough wisecracks himself about Usher's drinking habits, doesn't he?
Usher lifted the glass and took a sip. From the color of the liquid and what he had read in Usher's file—very big file, even if Victor suspected half of it was missing—he was sure it was Terran whiskey. Sour mash, technically, from some small province called Tennessee.
Victor started to speak, but cut his response short. The bartender had finally arrived. "What'll you have?" he asked, as he refilled Usher's shot glass without being prompted. The Marine citizen colonel was a regular in the place.