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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Feb 7, 2005 21:21:28 GMT -5
I shake my head. "No way Freak Boy, you're too drunk." I say. I feel more than a little buzzed myself, and starting to go downhill as I take another gulp of beer. "You're such a lightweight..."
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 7, 2005 21:22:44 GMT -5
Bassarov cautiously enters the room. He is very mindful of the fact that he has been acting strangely and that it is quite possible the others think that he is losing his mind.
He sits down in the kitchen, trying not to interupt them.
"Good day, everyone."
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Post by Fascia on Feb 7, 2005 21:22:53 GMT -5
"Yeah, some folks just like to put things in their mouths. He'll be fine. It's good for kids to eat weird stuff."
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Post by Freak Boy on Feb 7, 2005 21:23:46 GMT -5
"Hey, I... I didn't see YOU drinkin' liquor like it was beer." He said, gesturing to the bottle which was half empty. Odd... that much alcohol should kill a man? Wouldn't Freak Boy have died from alcohol poisoning at this point? Oh well...
"I'd... I'd like to see you try and finish-finish... all the booz I just... uhm... drank."
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Feb 7, 2005 21:24:16 GMT -5
"Hey Lubimi, how are you feeling?" I ask as I grab the bowl of stir fry I made for him and set it down in front of him.
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Feb 7, 2005 21:27:44 GMT -5
"Hosenscheisser! Fine, you're on!!" I say and grab the bottle, not taking into account the advantage he does have over me, which is that a man breaks down alcohol five times as fast as a woman does... I take a big gulp of the bottle and almost gag. "Mein libergott that's strong nuts!"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 7, 2005 21:28:28 GMT -5
"I feel fine actually. A little tired, but sleep schedual has been a little off." Bassarov replies.
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Post by Freak Boy on Feb 7, 2005 21:30:32 GMT -5
"I told... you." he said, sitting up and keeping himself awake. He smacked himself a few times to wake himself up a bit. He was still drunk as hell, but at least now he wasn't about to pass out.
"Did I not tell you that liquor kicks the hell out of beer, albeit German beer." he said with a drunk and triumphant smirk.
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Feb 7, 2005 21:34:48 GMT -5
"Ja, Herr Biermeister!" I stammer, the beer that is still in my stomach causing the liqour to take effect even faster than normal. The alcohol begins to interfere with my translator program, causing my accent to become even coarser and for more German to creep into my speech. "Zees scheiss... ist liqoor von Holle! Ist goot!?" I say as I take another swig, not gagging this time.
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Feb 7, 2005 21:36:15 GMT -5
"You need some R&R. Badly." I say to him. "We're planning a vacation for you right now. Cuba sound nice?"
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Post by Freak Boy on Feb 7, 2005 21:36:15 GMT -5
"Ok, Erika... I think you've had a little too much drinky drinky." Freak Boy says, standing up but immediatly falling down onto his ass. "Oof!"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Feb 7, 2005 21:39:16 GMT -5
Bassarov doesn't reply for a moment.
"Yes, that sounds fine." He says after a long pause.
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Post by Steve Fox on Feb 7, 2005 21:42:04 GMT -5
"I do be sure they're around here someplace, love. Not like they have much else to be doin' or nothin'."
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Post by "Zero" Americanski on Feb 7, 2005 21:42:34 GMT -5
"Good." I can hear the hesitation in his voice, but I attribute it to more stress... Something that can be fixed by a week of not worrying, lounging, and 'having fun' with his two lovers. "I made you some stir fry when I was cooking for Andrew. Eat up before it gets cold."
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Post by Erika "Zwei" Faust on Feb 7, 2005 21:43:54 GMT -5
I laugh when Freak Boy falls, but I do straighten up in a few seconds. "Ja, you ist probbaly right..." I set the bottle down, and try to focus on his face. To him my electric eyes would seem to flicker like candlelight.
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