CONTACT [EL NYSA]

[priorly]

[Greetings, Prophet. The Great Work Begins.]
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[priorly]

Want to bring over some whiskey?

Or come over and get ours out of the high cupboard?

[nineteenfortyfive]

Should you be having whiskey?

[priorly]

Well you're the doctor, you tell me. Mother always took it for medicinal purposes, just a small glass once or twice a day to round out the bottle or so of gin. At least, it might dull the ache in this leg.

[nineteenfortyfive]

I can give you other things for pain relief.

[priorly]

A drink would be more sociable.

[nineteenfortyfive]

If you wanted to bask in my company, you could have requested that, too.

[priorly]

What part of 'come over' sounded like I didnt?

[nineteenfortyfive]

A lady could always use more flattery.

[priorly]

Claire Fraser, nothing could soothe me like the grace of your smile and the gentle lilt to your voice as you tell me in scathing terms about all the idiots you've met recently. Or your burns night dish of a husband. Is it true Scotsmen don't bother to tuck when they're wearing a skirt?

[nineteenfortyfive]

It's a kilt. What do you think?

[priorly]

Personally, I find it more comfortable with a little support.

[nineteenfortyfive]

I think some Scots might disagree.

[priorly]

So you're familiar with more than one kilt?

[nineteenfortyfive]

I wish it were only the one. As it was, I was all too familiar with several kilts, especially when our party mounted and dismounted horses several times a day.

[priorly]

Horses. Sounds like a recipe for a nasty rash. Then again, they were traveling with a medic.

[nineteenfortyfive]

I've seen things.

So, whiskey?

[priorly]

I'm intrigued and a little horrified.

Please.

[nineteenfortyfive]

I'll reach your bottle and we'll see how we do. Maybe I'll share some of my deepest, darkest tales.

[priorly]

I'm riveted already. The front door's unlocked.