GETT OUTT OF HHERRE. He motions with his shotgun towards the door.
((I actually have to get off, so i guess just wrap it up and then timefreeze?))
GETT OUTT OF HHERRE. He motions with his shotgun towards the door.
((I actually have to get off, so i guess just wrap it up and then timefreeze?))
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Pfhahahaa look at that embroidered loser cower. What a cuckoobeast.
(ಠ,ಠ') Judgement bird judges you.
"We solve crimes, I blog about it, and he forgets his pants." - John Watson
Fuck, man. Shotguns are freakin' scary.
He gets up and bolts. Out the door!
((Sweet.))
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Augh don't look. TvvT I'm fixing this.
Farlow continues to idle, watching the fight once in a while...
Farlow continues to idle, watching the fight once in a while...
Can she do it...?
Holy shit Katrin actually managed to finish the whole bottle without like throwing it up everywhere or whatever. Dang.
She slams the bottle down, looking incredibly triumphant and incredibly drunk.
"<( Beat th't. )"
Jesus Katrin you're impossible to understand when drunk.
And then Farlow leaves...
Mickah manages to finish his bottle shortly after Katrin finished hers. He sets the now empty bottle aside.
l|-Okay,--/'m---W-illing--to--call--it--a--tie.-l|
There is a very noticeable slur in Mickah's speech.
Yeah
Katrin laughs/hiccups.
"<( Y' c'llin' 't a tie 'lready? )"
Katrin. Speak English/Alternian/wtfever your language is, not in slurs.
She cracks open the third bottle, disregarding what will happen to her poor liver.
|l-Not--anymore--/'m--not!-l|
Whoops, there goes the third bottle, and he's guzzling it down as fast as he can. Pray that these two don't do anything dangerous and/or stupid in their drunken stupor.
Yeah
This dude enters, big, gruff, messy and probably drunk. A black labelled bottle half filled with an amber liquid, stained very slightly by a thicker red liquid. The same liquid that happens to be steadily leaking from his mouth.
He pays little heed to the other trolls in the cafe, though does take note of the two having a drinking contest. Smirking, he brings the bottle to his lips and easily swills down a good portion of it without even the slightest of care or hesitation. But this was just one of those things he did every day, no big deal.
Katrin attempts a 2X BOTTLE SCULL COMBO. And it seems like she might actually manage. That girl has skills, but if only they were useful skills.
And drunken shenanigans are probably inevitable with these two. That is, if they don't drink themselves to death.
Well obviously Mickah's going to do the same, not one to be outdone. He finishes both as quick as possible and throws both bottles on the floor. He seems to be about close to his limit.
Yeah
Ah, that was glorious. A great show.
This douchebag orders some brandy and begins to drink like a champ.
(ಠ,ಠ') Judgement bird judges you.
"We solve crimes, I blog about it, and he forgets his pants." - John Watson
Katrin also finishes both the bottles, Copying Mickah's actions by smashing the bottles on the floor. She seems ready to grab the next bottle.
"<( Y' st'll g'in'? )"
That is slurspeak for "are you ready to get your ass kicked?" by the way.
One more bottle, Mickah. Just one more bottle. Without saying a word, he reaches over to another bottle, though it takes him a few tries to actually grab it. Eventually he manages to bring the bottle up to his mouth and start to drink from it.
Yeah
Katrin attempts to make a grab for her drink, but misses and knocks it over. The bottle falls off the table.
Oh dear, he has no bottles left.
"<( 'm 'll out, l'ks like I w'n! )"
Cue another laugh/hiccup.
l|-No---W-ay,--/--drunk--th'most.--Sothat--means--/---W-in!-l|
He casually throws the last bottle on the floor, then slumps back in his seat.
Yeah
This place is kinda quiet. A nice change from other places for sure. A little excitement isn't a bad thing though.
He continues to drink.
(ಠ,ಠ') Judgement bird judges you.
"We solve crimes, I blog about it, and he forgets his pants." - John Watson
Katrin and Mickah remain in a timefrozen state.
--
In the meantime, Charon walks in.
Same routine as always: order coffee and take a booth. The serverbots know his exact order by now.
Cordia strolls into the cafe and doesn't waste much time hanging about. Almost as soon as she enters she starts heading towards Charon, seeing him all by himself.
Aahahahonk, hey what's the deal with grub sauce? Is made by grubs, out of grubs *squelch*, for grubs *nom*, by and for grubs? Puahahahaha the name Cordia Strife by way hoo hoo
"Most people lie to themselves to keep sane" ~The Necromancer
"i'M SoRRY, BuT WHaT? i DoN'T ReaLLY KNoW WHY You'Re aSKiNG Me aBouT GRuB SauCe.
THouGH uH, MY NaMe'S CHaRoN. iT'S NiCe To MeeT You?"
Wow Charon is pretty confused by this girl, and it's only been about a minute or two.
Que this egotripped bastard walking in. He seems to be looking around though. Did he realize how much he fucked up yesterday?
...Nnnaaaaaaaah.
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Cordia smiles at Charon's reaction, and at the general increase of confusion in the universe.
Then she goes serious.
Talking about food is very important, after all you are what you eat
*pause*
Buwahahahahahonk!
"Most people lie to themselves to keep sane" ~The Necromancer