011: One of our own

[shifturbulls]

After all the shit Ellis and Nick had pulled off to save David from their fate, it seemed the world (and a certain geneticist) would eventually catch up...the kid cried blood tears for God's sake! Never mind he had to drink two bottles of Jack Daniels to knock him out to properly observe him. It was diluted but both Death and Conquest

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[sixthanimorph]

Most of the past twenty-four hours were a blur. It had taken a bit to knock him out, but the Jack Daniels had done its job well: once he was out, David was out like a light. He slept peacefully, untroubled by bad memories or worse dreams. It took a bit of shaking from Nick, but he finally managed to wake up... when he did, he looked up at the conman and the hick with eyes still red from all that crying just hours earlier. His voice is hoarse.

"Ugh. I feel like horseshit."

No sooner do the words leave his lips than he rolls over and vomits violently. A veteran drinker, he's not.

[conmanofdeath]

"And you're making just a big a mess, kiddo," Nick sniped without his usual sarcasm to back it up. "Next time, PACE yourself."

The conman was responsible for all the tattoos done onto the Horsemen, it was only natural he'd do the Chimera's. "How high's your pain tolerance right now?"\

[sixthanimorph]

David looks up at Nick blearily, wiping his mouth with the back of his palm. He blinks, uncomprehending.

"Numb... feels like I got backed up over with a Mack truck, why?" He has no idea what Nick has in mind, but seeing as how Nick's last 'suggestion' led to his current situation, he's a little wary. The kid blinks, looking over to Ellis for any kind of hint as to what this is about.

[shifturbulls]

"Yep, tha' a hangover if I e'er saw one," Ellis comforted with a grin and a tip of his hat. David's tears are still on his Bullshifters shirt and should be a hint at what today's activity will be. "Man I'd hate t' impose but we gotta getchu sober enough so yew can think o' som'thin' kickass fer your tat an' shit."