HangoverHangover. He had a friend famous for that. A dead friend. A two times dead friend. Owen Harper: marvelous medic with a snarky personality.
Hangover. What he was going to get if he could drown his sorrows with hypervodkas. If his immortal, time vortex infused body would let him.
Hangover. Such a good medical treatment. Why didn't doctors prescribe it? Tips the scale between reality and fantasy. Unrivaled bliss
Makes you forget.
Three bottles of hypervodkas lay on the bar counter in front of him. Jack was drunk, or as drunk as any immortal man could get. Drunk, as if it would wash away all the horrors he had done. As if it would heal the pain, make the wrongs right.
The human-looking bartender, probably some man from Sto, slipped him a piece of folded paper. Jack looked up at the slightly bearded man who told him, "It's from the man over there." The bartender walked away and brown hair with a brown pinstriped suit came into view.
Mixed emotions ran through the captain. Anger