Night 57: Pantry 1 (First Floor)
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They landed hard, in a tangle of limbs that generally required a lot more booze than they'd had last night for S.T. to be O.K. with. It had more passenger space than the Omni, and better fuel efficiency, but there wasn't anywhere to pin a seatbelt.
Speaking of fuel, a refuel was in order. S.T. peeled off a chunk of cuticle with his teeth, loaded the ring. He poked his bleeding finger of something. Corn meal. He didn't need to shine the flashlight over to tell. Even raw the smell was unmistakable. It stuck to the cut, and a lick got the taste of blood out of his mouth. The hole left behind slowly leaked golden onto the shelves as S.T. shoved his way through the forest of elbows to do a little shopping for Our Lady of Perpetual Indulgence (a.k.a. Tifa). O.J. and cranberry concentrate, enough to make a few gallons of juice. And a few bags of pretzels. No bar or discount airplane would make it off the ground without high-sodium crap.
He shook out the shopping bag and loaded it up. If anyone wanted to give him shit about it, now would be the time, when he could point out that they owed him.
They landed hard, in a tangle of limbs that generally required a lot more booze than they'd had last night for S.T. to be O.K. with. It had more passenger space than the Omni, and better fuel efficiency, but there wasn't anywhere to pin a seatbelt.
Speaking of fuel, a refuel was in order. S.T. peeled off a chunk of cuticle with his teeth, loaded the ring. He poked his bleeding finger of something. Corn meal. He didn't need to shine the flashlight over to tell. Even raw the smell was unmistakable. It stuck to the cut, and a lick got the taste of blood out of his mouth. The hole left behind slowly leaked golden onto the shelves as S.T. shoved his way through the forest of elbows to do a little shopping for Our Lady of Perpetual Indulgence (a.k.a. Tifa). O.J. and cranberry concentrate, enough to make a few gallons of juice. And a few bags of pretzels. No bar or discount airplane would make it off the ground without high-sodium crap.
He shook out the shopping bag and loaded it up. If anyone wanted to give him shit about it, now would be the time, when he could point out that they owed him.