You aren't usually the sort to spark: it takes a special kind of agitation to do that, and you don't let yourself get into those sorts of situations! (Not when you're sober.) But the alcohol has made you volatile and the honey has loosened your already unsteady control, and now that you've started, you can't figure out how to stop.
(Your psionics have always done what they wanted for the most part, but the difficulties you face tend to come in take-offs and landings: not in this uncomfortable pulsing in your horns, that's shooting off sparks and leaving you a hazard.)
The brilliant glow of your psionic static is making your ganderbulbs ache, and while Sipara and OA talk, you fumble to remove your contact. You poke yourself in the eye in the process, but once you manage it, you flick the freed contact onto the ground next to the shredded braids.
Someone will be very confused in the evening, but that's their problem. It'll probably serve them right. That party was awful, even before the static. Who plays country music at a lounge party? Idiots, that's who.
Blinking rapidly, you scrub at your ganderbulbs. They're still sparking, the flickers of light bright enough to wash out everything else, but without the contact to reflect off of it, it's at least a little better.
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(Your psionics have always done what they wanted for the most part, but the difficulties you face tend to come in take-offs and landings: not in this uncomfortable pulsing in your horns, that's shooting off sparks and leaving you a hazard.)
The brilliant glow of your psionic static is making your ganderbulbs ache, and while Sipara and OA talk, you fumble to remove your contact. You poke yourself in the eye in the process, but once you manage it, you flick the freed contact onto the ground next to the shredded braids.
Someone will be very confused in the evening, but that's their problem. It'll probably serve them right. That party was awful, even before the static. Who plays country music at a lounge party? Idiots, that's who.
Blinking rapidly, you scrub at your ganderbulbs. They're still sparking, the flickers of light bright enough to wash out everything else, but without the contact to reflect off of it, it's at least a little better.