Luke pressed the cool glass against his forehead for a few seconds, nodding carefully so as not to slosh the drink all over the bar. He was on his fourth glass, and a pleasant buzz was building in the back of his head. His words were almost as slurred as Alice's as he spoke. "I know what you mean. This place kinda sucks, dunnit? Not, not, not, I mean, not the dojo, or anything. 'S a nice place. But this whole city. Mean honestly,<em>Quantum Urbs</em>. Sounds like some kind of...I dunno what. Wha' kinda name 'zat for a city? 'Nd i's a big...big...whassa word?...place. Big damn place. Too big to be a city. Too lil to be a country. Too filled with whiny bastards and corrupt bastards and murderous bastards and...bastard bastards. Ya know, I don' even know why people live in this place. <hic> Seems like people just live here so's they can die here. 'S pathetic." He downed the last of his glass and poured himself another one.<br/><br/>"Y'know, you're not the only one who's ever left QU, y'know. I've been outside, too. I've been<em>ever'where</em>. Loads of fun. Tons of money. Lotsa dead people. Er...did I say that out loud? Never mind. Forget the dead people. Most of 'em deserved it. Focus on the fun. That's the fun part." He leaned against the bar, swiveling his head around to look into Alice's eyes as she draped herself over him. "What I wanna know is, why do you do it like that? I mean, magic? There's other ways, ya know. Like this."<br/><br/>Luke dug through his clouded mind and activated his pgm, and he vanished and reappeared on the other side of the bar just as she had. He held up his left wrist to her, showing her a small, blue light blinking calmly just beneath his skin. "See? And you said technology's good for nothing." He cackled, doubled over as his head throbbed. The laughter didn't help matters, but the pain only made him laugh harder. After several minutes he finally regained control of himself and lifted his head to hers, and leaned in close. "You wanna know a secret?....I think I might be a wee bit hammered."<br/><br/>He pulled away from her and reached for the bottle once again. As his fingers wrapped around the slender neck, Nirvana's voice broke in once again. 'Luke, I'm receiving a transmission from Jake. Gwin is apparently allowing him to broadcast a signal; he says to keep Alice from getting too inebriated.' 'Ugh. Did she say anything about me?' 'No. I guess you can get as drunk as you like.' 'Whee!'<br/><br/>Luke could feel 'Ana's disapproval as she sank back into her nest, her message delivered. He tipped the bottle up and drank deeply of the golden liquor, then sat it back down on the bar and pointed at Alice. "Princess says not to let you get drunk. She's a spoilsport. Psst. C'mere." He motioned for Alice to lean in closer. "I know something she don't know. So, go 'head. Have a few. I'll take care'a ever'thing. Promise!" <hic> He turned the bottle up again.