"So, what, you're giving me permission to grope you if the Captain is present?" Torin asked, playing the whole thing off as a joke, as he accepted the bottle.<br/><br/>"This'll probably knock a few years off my life expectancy . . . but what the hell, eh? You only live once. Usually."<br/><br/>He knocked back a hearty swig, pausing slightly, before grimacing and biting back a hacking cough. It was like drinking promethium.<br/><br/>"How, exactly, have you not keeled over from catastrophic organ failure yet?" He asked, his voice slightly hoarse.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>