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[Otacon did frequent the bars of the Nexus just to drink casually. He had taken a liking to some of the odd beers the Nexus was supplied with. This particular bar, however, wanted its visitors to drink a little more heavy. Emmerich looked up and noticed - ]
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[ - above his head. The doctor looked at all the gin, vodka, rum, sake, and all other types of hard liquers that were available. He figured this effect room was the same as the other ones he had been in. He had to fill his counter to leave because the room would be inescapable otherwise. The man grabbed a spiced rum bottle and began to pour himself his first shot in a glass.]
Here goes nothing.
((OOC: There's only one little twist - People with nanomachines, cyborgs, machines, and others can get drunk in this room even if normally they couldn't. Drink 3 or more to leave.))
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[Three shots will get Solshine buzzed at the most; he can hold his liqueur pretty well. It's only that three shots are liable to become four. Or five. or eight.]
1/3 - derp
[Raiden said after walking towards him, his sword in his mouth and his trench coat tightly wrapped around his armless torso.]
[He observed the man was younger than when they had first met.]
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[Arthur takes a seat next to him and grins, a slight blush on his face.]
You're so young!
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[Meryl was trying to put the past few days of being a helpless injured man behind her, and is now expertly hiding her wound while roaming around again.]
[She wasn't much of a fan of alcohol outside of the occasional wild party, but it seemed like a good way to dull the pain and forget everything that happened. She's starting to down shots of vodka, chasing it down with a bit of soda.]
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Hey.
[She greets lightly then the doctor takes another sip of her drink.]
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[Hal'd only come in the room to look for parts he might need for the project he was working on...He stares, dumb-founded, at the counter above his head and swallows hard. He hasn't had anything like alcohol in nearly a year; this room was going to make a fool of him.]
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[Hal notices his younger self's confusion and asks him the question from his nearby seat at the counter.]
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7/3 Shots (Over the course of three hours, mind you.)
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Drinking just to drink, huh?
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[Talib looks pissed as he sits at the back of the bar, having reincarnated in the worst room possible.]
[He did not drink.]
[Ever.]
[It goes against Muslim teachings.]
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Oh well, it's nothing he can't solve by other means.
So, he wanders off to the back of the bar, because that's always where he's gone to find the shady types who'll buy him drinks for free.]
/Heyy--whoa, what's that thing above your head?/
[He reaches over, quickly trying to sntach it. His hand goes right through it, of course, and smacks Talib on the head instead.]
/Oops./
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lol Groznyj Brad
They call me Brad, Groznyj Brad
fjaskdanna
I'm Double-oh Soviet
ffff lol
Licensed to chill
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what the hell am I talking about 5/3
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[Hal sits down next to him. He remembered they had met briefly but he had forgotten the man's name.]
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[This time Snake is totally not here because he is stalking
[At the moment he's somewhat inconspicuously (and very antisocially) seated at a table in a far corner of the room.]
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[Unfortunately, everything seems to have a high proof.]
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[Raiden stared around at all the drinks.]
[This might be a little difficult without arms.]
[He sighed and grabbed a bottle of tequila with his foot, broke off the top of it by slamming it into the counter, then he grabbed a shot glass with his other foot and he dripped the remaining liquid into the shot glass. The cyborg threw the broken tequilla glass towards the trashcan, retracted his feet, then used his teeth to bite the glass on the bar counter and he tilted his head back, the beverage falling into his mechanical body.]
[This would be so much easier and less messy with arms.]
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Hehehehe.
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[And then he sees the Shots Drank: 0/3 sign above his head. Huh? To him, it's been years since he's bothered with alcohol seeing as it was pointless with his nanos. Oh well, might as well find something to drink.]
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[Naomi hugs Vamp from the back.]
Wait... You're not honey... You're... Vamp.
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[How weird. The counter was so.... boring.... Naomi grabbed her lipstick out of her pocket, took the cap off, then began to draw hearts all over the counter top. Whatever that was sure tasted like peppermint.]
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[Well if she was in this body, she couldn't get drunk. She could enjoy all the alcohol she wanted, damn it.]
[An hour later, she's leaning against the counter with her eyes shut, singing a song under her breath.]
Hush little baby, don't say a word... mother's gonna buy you a... mockingbird... and if that mockingbird won't sing...
[Siiiiigh.]
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[STAAAAARE]
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[He wipes his mouth and just chooses to remain sitting at the bar, letting the substance he's consumed work its magic.]
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Brother?
[She hadn't had THAT much to drink, had she?]
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Otacon, you're still around, huh.
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[He grabs a large bottle of rum and extends it out to him, a large grin on his face.]
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