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Nivram

Things weren't as they seemed to be in pink fluffy bunny land. Death didn't seem to be death and severe injuries were trivial matters repaired in mere seconds. As Nivram opened his eyes to the dazzling pinkness the first thing that hit him was the splitting headache. Apparently even in fluffy bunny land alcohol withdrawal symptoms persisted.

What brought Nivram out of his unconscious state was not the rapid improvement in his health, neither the fact that his severed fingers were reattached. The smell of fresh alcohol was like the sight of an oasis in the distance for a man without water in the middle of the desert. As a drug addict craving for his drugs and having a sachel of the illicit substance dangled in front of him was the way Nivram felt about the grog and the rum not far away.

Fighting down the extremely strong urge to jump up and rush to the booze Nivram surveyed his surroundings. He had vague memories of Jason, of repeatedly stabbing the limp body of Jason after cutting his throat...but how could one have so violent thoughts in such a peaceful place? Could it have just been a dream? A bad nightmare? Nivram could spot no traces of his violent outburst. His fingers were all attached to his body, no blood flowed down his arm and Jason was nowhere to be seen. Could it have all been imagined in such livid detail?

Then he glanced at his feet and saw a small, almost unobtrusive piece of pink crystal at his feet. Immediately he knew that he hadn't imagined everything. He shuddered, but then all these unpleasant thoughts evaporated. He stood up. Luckily Detheriel wasn't there, or he might have guessed what Nivram was planning to do. Before anyone even had the time to blink, the bottle of rum was at Nivram's lips and its contents were rapidly disappearing down his throat. A quarter, even half of the bottle was rapidly gone, before the flask was removed from his lips and Nivram heaved a contented sigh. Then he lifted the bottle again.