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''Hmpff...!!'', Maria grunted, her mouth full of peanuts once again. She helped herself to swallow with more whiskey. ''Wait for meeee...!''
The only reason she yelled so was because she noticed that the people inside the store were going out, and -although it was just a simple instinctive response- she did not wish to be left alone, which was a thought that troubled her a lot. However such thought was not having much influence in Maria's mind at exactly one minute and six seconds before the end of her birthplanet. Most conscious human inhabitants in that planet and moment were thinking about how to avoid the end of the world, regretting about past deeds or undone tasks, or simply finding a way to express their personal feelings of panic and confusion. That was not her case.
Besides the sudden alcohol effect, the main issue Maria's mind was trying to deal with at that moment was how to get off the counter. It was a hard task; she was rather unsure of where and how she was supposed to move her body in order to find herself in a walking position once again. She knew she was sitting at some determined point over a counter; she also knew she was meant to be at another determined point, outside of the shop. She ignored how to fill the gap between such points, as she ignored why she was sitting at the counter right then, when she remembered -as clearly as if it had been yesterday- that only seconds ago she had been standing and embracing some male of rather attractive features.
The answers for both of her enigmas were actually quite similar in many aspects, but Maria couldn't work it out. She was busy now trying to find space in her bra to put a bag of peanuts inside. She couldn't find her bra, so she looked around to see if it happened to be tossed around there by chance. That usually worked; this time it didn't, but she was not concerned about it anymore. She was now busy observing how the label in the whiskey bottle had a print that went from blurry to sharp intermittently.
She recognized some graphemes.
Then she did not recognize any of the graphemes out of the blurry image.
She let out a single laugh, the kind of laugh that proved her ape ancestry.
Then the graphemes were recognizable once more.
She lifted her face, and looked forwards. She saw some blurred image that reminded her of people leaving the place, through a door, and gathering in a close group outside. Then she saw some flashing colors, and the image went sharp once again. She recognized that as two men outside, with a towel and a strange device. She couldn't recognize what it was; she made an effort to remember something like it. She remembered that three years ago she had eaten the best slice of apple custard pie in her entire life. She also remembered she was meant to be thinking about something else, and that that something else was how to get off the counter.
She failed at this how; but she decided to try nonetheless, and see what happened.
Maria made an effort and stood up, not noticing how the impact of her fall, face to the ground, had left her nose permanently crooked. She also failed to notice the blood that ran down from it. She did notice the great pain, but joining the group that was gathering outside felt as something more important and far more happier to do than simply cry out of pain because of a broken nose that had no inmediate repair, and it was true, after all. As the Guide states in one of its latest appendix additions, alcohol is also responsible many times of enlightenment of many species' minds, in contrast to the Encyclopedia Galactica's simple statement about its intoxicating effects. No wonder the Guide sells much better.
Maria simply stored the bag of peanuts in her pocket - another example of how alcohol enlightens the mind- and rushed outside, this time effectively avoiding the dog's faeces and clumsily falling over Honda Civic as she reached him.
''Waaaidd, waiiid...!'' she mumbled, lacing one of her arms across his shoulder. She held the bottle of whiskey close to her face as she stared at the flashing light; her mind had just made the connection she needed to understand what it was. Maria pulled out her best grin, wide and cheerful despite blood and a broken tooth product of her recent fall.
''WHISSSSHHKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY...!'', she said, waiting for the device to take a snapshot.
The only reason she yelled so was because she noticed that the people inside the store were going out, and -although it was just a simple instinctive response- she did not wish to be left alone, which was a thought that troubled her a lot. However such thought was not having much influence in Maria's mind at exactly one minute and six seconds before the end of her birthplanet. Most conscious human inhabitants in that planet and moment were thinking about how to avoid the end of the world, regretting about past deeds or undone tasks, or simply finding a way to express their personal feelings of panic and confusion. That was not her case.
Besides the sudden alcohol effect, the main issue Maria's mind was trying to deal with at that moment was how to get off the counter. It was a hard task; she was rather unsure of where and how she was supposed to move her body in order to find herself in a walking position once again. She knew she was sitting at some determined point over a counter; she also knew she was meant to be at another determined point, outside of the shop. She ignored how to fill the gap between such points, as she ignored why she was sitting at the counter right then, when she remembered -as clearly as if it had been yesterday- that only seconds ago she had been standing and embracing some male of rather attractive features.
The answers for both of her enigmas were actually quite similar in many aspects, but Maria couldn't work it out. She was busy now trying to find space in her bra to put a bag of peanuts inside. She couldn't find her bra, so she looked around to see if it happened to be tossed around there by chance. That usually worked; this time it didn't, but she was not concerned about it anymore. She was now busy observing how the label in the whiskey bottle had a print that went from blurry to sharp intermittently.
She recognized some graphemes.
Then she did not recognize any of the graphemes out of the blurry image.
She let out a single laugh, the kind of laugh that proved her ape ancestry.
Then the graphemes were recognizable once more.
She lifted her face, and looked forwards. She saw some blurred image that reminded her of people leaving the place, through a door, and gathering in a close group outside. Then she saw some flashing colors, and the image went sharp once again. She recognized that as two men outside, with a towel and a strange device. She couldn't recognize what it was; she made an effort to remember something like it. She remembered that three years ago she had eaten the best slice of apple custard pie in her entire life. She also remembered she was meant to be thinking about something else, and that that something else was how to get off the counter.
She failed at this how; but she decided to try nonetheless, and see what happened.
Maria made an effort and stood up, not noticing how the impact of her fall, face to the ground, had left her nose permanently crooked. She also failed to notice the blood that ran down from it. She did notice the great pain, but joining the group that was gathering outside felt as something more important and far more happier to do than simply cry out of pain because of a broken nose that had no inmediate repair, and it was true, after all. As the Guide states in one of its latest appendix additions, alcohol is also responsible many times of enlightenment of many species' minds, in contrast to the Encyclopedia Galactica's simple statement about its intoxicating effects. No wonder the Guide sells much better.
Maria simply stored the bag of peanuts in her pocket - another example of how alcohol enlightens the mind- and rushed outside, this time effectively avoiding the dog's faeces and clumsily falling over Honda Civic as she reached him.
''Waaaidd, waiiid...!'' she mumbled, lacing one of her arms across his shoulder. She held the bottle of whiskey close to her face as she stared at the flashing light; her mind had just made the connection she needed to understand what it was. Maria pulled out her best grin, wide and cheerful despite blood and a broken tooth product of her recent fall.
''WHISSSSHHKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY...!'', she said, waiting for the device to take a snapshot.