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Ben Ferguson (dr_ben) wrote in inpoormerit,

He raised an eyebrow when she placed the bottle in his hand. That was a new one. "Thank you, Mina Lupei," he said with a nod and as much of a smile as he could muster, which wasn't much. "I won't, though. If I drink much more I doubt I'll be able to keep it down."

He frowned when she started explaining. His brain was functioning a little better now, and her words definitely went in, but it still didn't seem to make sense. Why would anyone want to kidnap him? Beat the shit out of him for messing with the wrong woman... women... but kidnap him? This wasn't even in line with his fantasies. He'd never wanted to be the sex slave, he'd wanted to HAVE the sex slave. Actually he'd wanted that to be plural.

This was not the time for that, however. She'd mentioned a letter. He'd never received any letter. "Letter?" he asked her. "I didn't see any letter. And I sure don't know no Commissioner." Then again, he'd barely been able to find his own ass with both hands and a map up to now. "Is there a reason for this... kidnapping?" He'd tried to find another word, but failed. If she called it kidnapping, then that would have to be good enough for him, for now.