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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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B-But it is back i-in our w-worlds, isn't it? Th-That's what everyone s-says.

[The admission brings another smile to Hal's face.]

R-Really? Th-That's pretty cool! I-I've heard th-that there's a-an Alaska r-room somewhere. M-Maybe you c-could take i-it up again...

[Hal would want a ride. On the sled, I mean.]

Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. Doesn't mean it's stopped for good. Still moving along for you and me, right?

[Honestly, Snake just doesn't function all that well without a mission. He does miss his dogs, though. He might be considering it.]

Don't suppose this place was good enough to bring 'em here, huh?

[There are very few people Snake would take for a ride on his sled. Hal would be one of them.]

W-Well, i-it's hard to know f-for sure. I-It could be that time is p-passing here at a different rate, making th-the world s-seem to go faster or s-slower. In f-fact, each p-person might have a little o-of their own timestream around th-them, which m-might explain the same v-versions from d-different points in t-time...

[Hal blinks and takes a drink.]

I-It brought a crippled p-puppy here; I d-don't see wh-why it wouldn't have.

[Well, he understood most of that.]

Timestream?

[As for the dogs, probably because Snake isn't used to good things happening all that often.]

Hn. I'll keep my eyes open.

[You've given him alcohol and asked him (sort of) to explain the theoretical differences in time propulsion the nexus denizens might be subjected to. Run for it, Snake.]

It's p-possible that each w-world has its own timestream and wh-what's happening is that each p-person taken f-from each w-world stays w-within that timestream...We all j-just have a p-pocket of our world's t-time wrapped around us. Th-That way, if I'm r-right and if the n-nexus itself d-doesn't h-have a timestream, we, all of us who w-were brought here, a-are what m-makes time h-happen.

[Never! Snake is a man of considerable fortitude and will.]

[And he's sort of used to hearing long strings of technobabble by now. Hal still gets a blank stare in response, though.]

...Uh huh.

[He grins, happy that Snake seems to understand.]

See? It makes sense! We all h-have these little...b-boxes of time, and th-that's what makes t-time in the nexus w-work.

[And he's done with the second glass.]

[Er. Sure he does. He rubs the bridge of his nose absently.]

As long as it works.

[Hey, a pause in the technobabble. Now seems like a good time for an abrupt subject change.]

Found somewhere to stay, yet?

[Cause he has the feeling he'll be dragging your tipsy nerdy ass back there after this last drink.]

Y-Yeah...O-One of the y-younger Liquids h-had an extra r-room, s-so I'm staying w-with him...

[Would you rather see him stumble through the nexus alone?]

[Of course not. But they can't go back to Snake's place cause he doesn't exactly have one.]

[His hands on his glass twitch visibly at the name and he looks up sharply at Otacon as he works out just which Liquid that would be.]

...That one, huh?

Y-Yeah, he's the one...He y-yelled at m-my Com...The L-Liquid from my w-world. Th-Then that o-one t-told me...How h-he'd used me...H-How he didn't r-really care...

[Hal wipes his eyes before starting on his third shot.]

H-He took me in, a-after that...I-It's so weird, waking up and the d-door being unlocked...

Good. You're better off without him.

[He huffed, tapping his fingers on the table and downing his last shot in one. Could have been worse. But Snake knows how betrayal can feel.]

I won't tell you to forget him. He used you. Don't let it happen again. Move on and live. Stop worrying about the fact that he doesn't care and start focusing on the people who do.

[Could have been much worse, but he still doesn't like it. Even if he sort of got along with that Liquid the other day (though he was still a pain in the ass) he doesn't exactly trust him. Not yet. And he isn't jealous at all...]

[Hal follows suit, gripping his glass tightly.]

I know, I know...I don't want to care about him. 's just, 's just hard...He was all I had for so long...Made sure Ocelot wasn't gonna torture me...Suddenly having things change like this, it's confusing...

[He grimaces and rubs his temple.]

I think...I think I can go now, right? That was three, I think...

Hmn. Yeah, come on.

[He stands and offers Otacon a hand up.]

...

You'll get through it. And you'll be stronger for it.

[He takes the hand gratefully and rises unsteadily to him feet.]

That means...That m-means a lot to me, Snake...[Have an awkward nerd hug from the tipsy Hal.] You're a good friend.

[Well, he's trying to be. He won't even bitch at you about your choice of roommate. (He might bitch at your roommate but they're brothers, that's normal.)]

[He pats Otacon on the back, supporting him.]

You really are a lightweight, huh?

[(You know what else is normal for brothers to do, right?)]

[Hal looks sheepish as they head for the door.]

Y-Yeah; I don't get out m-much an' it's no good drinkin' alone...

[(It would take quiiiite a bit of convincing.)]

[As someone who was rather experienced in drinking alone, Snake really can't comment on that one.]

[They cross the threshold without difficulty, (at least, not from the room) and head out into the hall.]

So. Which way is home?

This way...It's not far.

[He turns to the right and starts down the hall, wobbling only slightly.]

[He follows a step behind, memorizing the route and keeping one eye on Otacon in case the man overbalances.]

[The nerd manages to make it all the way to his and Liquid's door without toppling over and gives Snake a triumphant grin.]

This is it!

[And...He knocks on the door instead of opening it. It seems like the polite thing to do, in case Liquid was home.]

[Don't get cocky, Otacon you're not home free yet. Snake cocks an eyebrow at the knocking and waits for him to open the door.]

[It takes him a moment, but he opens it and enters the living room of the tidy apartment.]

Here we are...Home sweet home. Did you know that phrase came from the story of Hansel and Gretel by Hans Christian Anderson? That's the one where the two kids found the gingerbread house and started eating it. They called it a "Sweet Home", but that was before the witch came back and found them. I never liked that story...The kids shouldn't have started eating the house, I mean, it was a house. Even if it was sweet. That's just irresponsible of them. Gingerbread isn't all that good anyway, at least, not to me. I always thought it tasted kinda bitter, but "home bitter home" doesn't have the same ring to it, does it?

[Oh, Otacon. At least there weren't aliens involved in this one.]

...no, I guess it doesn't.

[No sign of Liquid, so Snake will be peeking nosily around the room.]

[Liquid was just ambling to the door. He isn't a man who allows himself to be hurried.]

[His expression changes completely when he sees it's Hal. He had been worried about him, but damn it, he's a grown man, he can go where he likes.]

Gingerbread wouldn't make very stable building material, in the first place.

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I totally have my keywords memorized shut up

I believe you

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Late Liquid is late