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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 - ]

Shots Drank : 0/3

[ - 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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They call me Brad, Groznyj Brad

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[Talib smirks.]

/Yes, I know./

[He gestures at the counters floating over their heads.]

/How else do you explain these things? The nexus has strange powers./

fjaskdanna

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[Ivan looked up at the counter. Talib did seem to have a point.]

/I guess...what does say anyway?/

I'm Double-oh Soviet

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/It counts how many "shots" or drinks you have had. The nexus will not allow us to leave until we have had at least three./

[He scowls at his own counter.]

ffff lol

[moekov.livejournal.com]

...

[Ivan takes a swig of Vodka to see if the counter changes.]



/Wow! You're right!/

[Now Ivan is just going to see how big he can make the number.]

Licensed to chill

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[...Oh yeah, Talib's gonna watch this.]

4/3

[moekov.livejournal.com]

[He is Russian.

And this will never end. Never.]

/Vodka~a! It's the best, isn't it?/

[He sloshes the bottle towards Talib.]

/Come on, drink~!/

Re: 4/3

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[At least not until he passes out. Talib holds up his hands, indicating that he didn't want any.]

/I don't drink. You can have my share./

[moekov.livejournal.com]

[In that case, Ivan will gladly drink your share of alcohol for you.]

/If you're sure~/

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/I am sure~ Make sure you do not get sick, though./

what the hell am I talking about 5/3

[moekov.livejournal.com]

[Sick? Pff! Ivan never gets sick...except when he does, and then he spends the next day with a massive headache and a bucket at his side.]

/Don't worry about me~/

[HE DRINKS VODKA AS IF IT WERE WATER. VODKA FLOWS THROUGH HIS VEINS, PUMPS THROUGH THE CHAMBERS IN HIS HEART...AAHH!!]

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/I suppose I won't then~ Just know that while i am stuck in this room, I will be unable to take you to a doctor should you need to go./

6/3

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[POUT.]

/I don't like the doctor, that's fine with me./

[Needles...so scary!]

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/Fine, just do not be ill./

11/3

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Heh~

[ONE BOTTLE OF VODKA LATER...]

......

[FEELS ILL.]

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/I told you so./

[moekov.livejournal.com]

[Ivan mimicked him with a drunken slur.]

/I tol' yuh so./

Ughh...

[Headdesk.]

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[Talib sighs and stands, wandering over to the bar and returning with a glass of water. He sets it near to Ivan's head before sitting next to him and petting his hair.]

/Drinking water may help with the sickness./

[moekov.livejournal.com]

Mm...

[Ivan ignored the glass, enjoying the petting much more. Plus, drinking would requite him lifting his head up, and Ivan couldn't have that.]

/Yer...nice~/

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/Not to everyone. I can be a cruel, cruel man./

[The petting remains gentle though. Talib is fond of Ivan, even if the Boy has lost his memories.]

"Requite" what SPELLCHECK YOU FAILED ME

[moekov.livejournal.com]

/Heh!...Hehehe. So can Yevg'ny~/

[He reached a hand up to Talib's, idly touching.]

Hmm~ Hm~

pfff

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/I suppose he can be~/

[He smiles and lets Ivan play. It's a bit like watching a kitten inspect a new toy.]

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[He sighed deeply, still feeling slightly ill.]

/Yuh know him?/

[Ivan sat up carefully, leaning towards the other man.]

/He shoul' be more...ta' me. Always...hnn./

[He gestures clumsily: a few back and forth waves of his hand and a shooing motion.]

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/Yes, he told you to stay with me before you lost your memories./

[Talib raises an eyebrow, but gets the general idea.]

/He should have been kinder. You are a good boy...You do not remember, but I try my best to make time for your pleasures./

I JUST ACHIEVED A PERSONAL GOAL IN THIS COMMENT

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/R'lly?/ [He blinked, tilting his head.]

/I try to make him r'lax, I dun think he likes me anymore..., 'cause 'blah blah blah Maj'r blow me, good boy' and maybe I~~~~~ wanna blowjob too, okay?! Bl--/

[He hiccups.]

/Blow my cock then make a wish! 'Cause if youuu love...'d me, you'd SUCK IT./

[He tries to drink from the empty bottle.]

/And all the ran'om guys they jus' wanna turn me around and per-tend I'mma girl, so they can all suck it too, and.../

[A beat.]

/Did yuh really?/

I think I know what that goal was and I approve.

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[Unfazed by the language or the acts described, Talib carefully takes the empty bottle away and tugs Ivan into his lap so he can cuddle the other man.]

/I did. I do./

/I do not pretend you are anyone but my Ivan, either./

[He sighs, disappointed.] /It is a sad thing that it is Ramadan.../