Luke stared for several moments at the glowing concoction in his glass, one perplexed eyebrow cocked, as Alice poured her own. "I can't decide if this stuff looks like it'll put hair on my fingertips, or melt them off. And why, for the love of night, is it<em>pink</em>? I can't get drunk on something<em>pink</em>. 'S just not manly." Alice eyed him sternly and replaced the bottles beneath the bar. "I swear, sugar, if this stuff tastes like grapefruit we're gonna end up sparring after all-" 'Luke! Code Black-22!'<br/><br/>Nirvana's panic-stricken voice broke into his thoughts just as his and Alice's glasses touched their lips. A Code Black indicated the presence of poison hidden in food or drink; the '-22' suffix meant it wasn't his. In effect, Nirvana was warning him that Alice's drink was poisoned. With lightning reflexes, Luke's hand shot out and slapped her drink from her hands before the first drop passed her lips. He sat his own onto the bar and stared into Alice's startled eyes. "Planning something naughty, were we? That's not nice, angel. Especially after promising me a nice, peaceful drinky." 'Thanks for the tip-off, 'Ana. So, does this mean you're speaking to me again?' '...' 'I'll take that as a 'maybe later'.'<br/><br/>Luke's mind raced through possibilities as Alice collapsed back against the wall, her head slung low. If Jayden's earlier comment about the dojo's security was true, then it was logically impossible that someone could have snuck down here and spiked the liquor cabinet. He slid around the bar and reached one hand out, softly lifting her face to his.<br/><br/>"You know, when I said you could let your pain kill you, this wasn't quite what I had in mind..."