Falco_Tauvits
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BlueMan
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"Plenty bloodwine needed, then," Tauvits said, eyeing the targ meat, and knowing he really couldn't possibly decline unless he wanted to make an impressive faux pas. Or at least cause unnecessary offense. C'mon... you've never tried it before! It might be great! You ate haggis, for God's sake, what's a little Klingon cuisine going to do to you? Your stomach's already solid through excess whiskey and has been lined with bloodwine. What could go wrong? So he followed Ta'pez's lead and grabbed himself a handful of the meat, shoving it into his mouth and setting about chewing before he could allow himself to think. It was a little chewy, forcing him to work on it for a short time and allowing him to savour the taste, which wasn't as terrible as he might have guessed. Still, if sober, he wasn't sure he'd have dared to get this far, and although it demanded a little more bloodwine to wash it down, it was fairly edible for a half-empty stomach after a long and trying day. "It's good," he said when he finally had an empty mouth, and was surprised to find he didn't have to lie through his teeth to say it. Maybe extend the meaning of 'tolerable' about as far as it could go, but fuelled by alcohol, he could have done a good deal worse, and decided to punctuate his approval with another handful, which went down a little easier than the last.
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