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"I'm not gonna spend shore-leave in a hotel room instead of on the best beach in the world!" | "I'm not gonna spend shore-leave in a hotel room instead of on the best beach in the world!" | ||
"You shoulda thought of that before you banged that 'sister of delight' at our last port. | "You shoulda thought of that before you banged that 'sister of delight' at our last port. | ||
"Thanks for the late advice." | |||
"If you want timely advice, I'd say you need to get uninfected before you start showing your pecs off to the local honeys." | |||
"That doctor said that all I needed is one dose to clear 'it' up." | "That doctor said that all I needed is one dose to clear 'it' up." | ||
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That evening, the U.S.S. Hartford slid into port. Justin's shore leave started the next morning. Ed's didn't until the next day. When he saw his friend at the hotel breakfast bar, | That evening, the U.S.S. Hartford slid into port. Justin's shore leave started the next morning. Ed's didn't until the next day. When he saw his friend at the hotel breakfast bar, Ed was shocked. "Damn bro'! You are burnt to a crisp!" | ||
"I know. I know." Justin was hunched over and winced at even the slightest movement. His skin was fire-engine red. His eyes, covered with sunglasses. "That ain't my only problem." He removed his sunglasses. Ed choked and dropped a forkful of pancake in his lap. Instead of their usual brown, Justin's irises were golden and his pupils, vertical slits. | "I know. I know." Justin was hunched over and winced at even the slightest movement. His skin was fire-engine red. His eyes, covered with sunglasses. "That ain't my only problem." He removed his sunglasses. Ed choked and dropped a forkful of pancake in his lap. Instead of their usual brown, Justin's irises were golden and his pupils, vertical slits. | ||
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"You can't just go back on board like that. You'll give everyone nightmares." | "You can't just go back on board like that. You'll give everyone nightmares." | ||
"Of course not." Justin leaned forward and gripped his friend's arm. "You gotta help me find another | "Of course not." Justin leaned forward and gripped his friend's arm. "You know I can't see the ship's doctor. You gotta help me find another one." | ||
"How?" | "How?" | ||
"Well, right now, I'm feeling kinda feverish. I'm gonna go up to my room and lay down for a bit. Why don't you go through the local phone-book. When I feel better, if you've no prospects yet, we'll go out and find | "Well, right now, I'm feeling kinda feverish. I'm gonna go up to my room and lay down for a bit. Why don't you go through the local phone-book. When I feel better, if you've no prospects yet, we'll go out and find a doc the same way we found the last one." | ||
In Justin's room, Ed pulled out the phone-book and started leafing through it. Justin stripped off his shirt, wetted down a towel and drapped it over his sore shoulders. Next, he laid himself down on his bed and sighed, "Man, my life really sucks right now." | In Justin's room, Ed pulled out the phone-book and started leafing through it. Justin stripped off his shirt, wetted down a towel and drapped it over his sore shoulders. Next, he laid himself down on his bed and sighed, "Man, my life really sucks right now." | ||
"Did you save the bottle?" | |||
"Yep. I'm not totally stupid. It's in the night-stand drawer." | |||
Ed took the bottle out and looked it over. It still had a bit of green sludge on the bottom. "That's good." Taped to its front was some card-stock with ''Sanguinus Draconis Aurelis'' printed on the top with the warning below."Whadda you suppose that means?" asked Ed, but Justin was already snoring. | |||
Revision as of 13:47, 4 August 2011
A Bad Case of Photosensitivity
"That was not a good place to get an STD bro'," Ed shook his head.
"Tell me about it," mumbled Justin as he intently examined the small print on the medicine bottle. "Avoid exposure to sun or bright lights," he read. "Shit!"
"Looks like that nils-out your beach-time."
"Shit! Shit! Shit!" Justin made a motion as though he was going to toss the bottle over the cruiser's side.
"Hey! No way! I helped pay for that!"
"I'm not gonna spend shore-leave in a hotel room instead of on the best beach in the world!"
"You shoulda thought of that before you banged that 'sister of delight' at our last port.
"Thanks for the late advice."
"If you want timely advice, I'd say you need to get uninfected before you start showing your pecs off to the local honeys."
"That doctor said that all I needed is one dose to clear 'it' up."
Ed laughed, "That's another thing. When talking about that guy, you should make the quote sign when you say 'doctor'."
"Oh, shut up." Justin removed the lid and choked down the thick, green liquid. "Augh! That's nasty!" he gagged.
"What're you gonna do?"
"Slather myself up good with sun-block and hit the beach. What else?"
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That evening, the U.S.S. Hartford slid into port. Justin's shore leave started the next morning. Ed's didn't until the next day. When he saw his friend at the hotel breakfast bar, Ed was shocked. "Damn bro'! You are burnt to a crisp!"
"I know. I know." Justin was hunched over and winced at even the slightest movement. His skin was fire-engine red. His eyes, covered with sunglasses. "That ain't my only problem." He removed his sunglasses. Ed choked and dropped a forkful of pancake in his lap. Instead of their usual brown, Justin's irises were golden and his pupils, vertical slits.
"What the f**k happened to your eyes man!"
"Not so loud!" Justin hissed and put the sunglasses back on. "Somebody might hear."
"You gotta see the ship's doctor man! That's freaky shit! You could go blind!"
"No way. I can see fine. In fact, I think I can see even better."
"You can't just go back on board like that. You'll give everyone nightmares."
"Of course not." Justin leaned forward and gripped his friend's arm. "You know I can't see the ship's doctor. You gotta help me find another one."
"How?"
"Well, right now, I'm feeling kinda feverish. I'm gonna go up to my room and lay down for a bit. Why don't you go through the local phone-book. When I feel better, if you've no prospects yet, we'll go out and find a doc the same way we found the last one."
In Justin's room, Ed pulled out the phone-book and started leafing through it. Justin stripped off his shirt, wetted down a towel and drapped it over his sore shoulders. Next, he laid himself down on his bed and sighed, "Man, my life really sucks right now."
"Did you save the bottle?"
"Yep. I'm not totally stupid. It's in the night-stand drawer."
Ed took the bottle out and looked it over. It still had a bit of green sludge on the bottom. "That's good." Taped to its front was some card-stock with Sanguinus Draconis Aurelis printed on the top with the warning below."Whadda you suppose that means?" asked Ed, but Justin was already snoring.