“There’s a reason it’s called the water of life.”
David was drawing circles on the floor of his dorm room, linked circles around a central circle, and in the middle of it all, an open glass of whiskey. “Uisce beatha,” he continued. “Hey, Wayne, pass me that second bottle, would you?”
His roommate, who had been walking a careful circuit of the room, wanting only to get to his desk, his computer, his tequila, and his chat with his girlfriend, nevertheless passed over the second bottle. “More whiskey?”
“This one’s whisky.” He turned the label so it was visible, the missing E clearly absent, and poured out two shots, and then a fractional third shot. “No e.”
“No E. Okay, I’ll bite. Isn’t summoning demons supposed to be a weekend activity? Elizabeth got awfully pissed at you the last time you started mucking about with the forces of good and evil on a weekday.”
“No kidding. And Miranda hasn’t talked to me since that thing with the bog monster.” David poured out two more shots, drank one, and passed the other to Wayne. “Go talk to Steff. It’s fine, I’m not going to do anything stupid.”
“You’re sitting there in a chalk diagram drinking whisk-no-e.”
“Yes, but I’m not going to fuck around with the forces of good and evil tonight. No demons, no bog monsters.”
“Then what in the unknowable Names are you doing?”
David grinned up at him. “Math homework.”
“Math homework?” He poured himself another shot of whisky.
“Finding e.” He drank down another shot himself. “Like I said. Water of life. This stuff is going to be a life-saver.”
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