Ah, the Drunk Kicker. It’s from the first series I think, and maybe mentioned one other time. I think it was Krep, but it might have been Dimitri. I just took a perusal through the first book and didn’t find it right away, but it’s somewhere in the archives.
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Thoos, Picknar, Knox, and Rodrigo rented three hoverbikes, Rodrigo sitting behind Knox. Rodrigo, still a bit tipsy from limbic fizzlers, said, “Having fun, my funny love bunny funny?” Knox said, “With you, my love? Always.” Looking tired, Rodrigo said, “Mind if I nap?” Knox replied cooly, “Yes, I do. You’ll fall off the bike. And I also think you should be wary of limbic fizzlers.” Recalling, Rodrigo said, “Mmmmmm. Limbic fizzlers. Where did I put my glass down? I want another sip.” Knox sighed. Pointing ahead, Thoos said, “I was thinking we’d stop for a picnic in the shade of those rocks over there.” Rodrigo happily exclaimed back, “Thank god. I’m ravenous. Hee hee hee. Like a raven. Although different etymological roots.” Looking over at him, Picknar said, “Uou know, there is a drink called the ‘drunk-kicker’ which instantly sobers you up, although it crams a day’s worth of hangover into about five seconds.” Rabid, Rodrigo said, “Stay back, demon of un-fun stupid-face-ness.” Knox said, “It’s okay, Picknar. I haven’t seen him this happily vulnerable since… um… ever.”
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