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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.))

Comments

[breakuliquid.livejournal.com]

/I told you so./

[moekov.livejournal.com]

[Ivan mimicked him with a drunken slur.]

/I tol' yuh so./

Ughh...

[Headdesk.]

[breakuliquid.livejournal.com]

[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~/

[breakuliquid.livejournal.com]

/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

[breakuliquid.livejournal.com]

/I suppose he can be~/

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

[moekov.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[breakuliquid.livejournal.com]

/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

[moekov.livejournal.com]

/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.

[breakuliquid.livejournal.com]

[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.../

:3c

[moekov.livejournal.com]

[Ivan swings a hand out to reclaim the bottle, but doesn't even come close. He squirms against the cuddle for a moment before quickly settling in.]

Hehe.../not yours~ but you c'n have me for a li'l while~.../

[This man was much kinder than what he was used to from random strangers (or so he thought), and Ivan reveled in it, nuzzling up against him.]

/Wha's wrong with Raman? I like it./

83c

[breakuliquid.livejournal.com]

/Then I will keep you for as long as you want to be kept~/

[Talib returns the affection, focusing his attention on the man in his lap.]

/I agree, Ramen is tasty. What I said is "Ramadan". It is a time of fasting for Muslim men and women. From sun up to sun down, I do not eat or drink. Sex and other entertainments are also to be refrained from. Otherwise I would ask if I could bring you pleasure~/

[moekov.livejournal.com]

/Why wouldn't yuh wanna eat or drink?! ...Or have sex!/

[Ivan looks up at Talib in utter shock.]

[breakuliquid.livejournal.com]

...

/We use that time to reflect, to pray, to think about our sins. Food, drink, sex, entertainments; they all can distract people from what is important in our lives./

[He's never had to answer that question before. Nearly everyone he'd known before had either been a Muslim or had known about their religious practices.]

[moekov.livejournal.com]

/Pff...what, you never think about it when it's notta day yer suppose-ta think about it, 'cause I think about stuff and they are not, uh...Ramen-done./

[He reaches out for a nonexistent vodka bottle.]

Huh.

[breakuliquid.livejournal.com]

/Sometimes it is difficult to. Like I said; there are many distractions in life./

[He smirks a little.]

/In any case, once it is over I'll suck your cock if you like~/

[How does I tact?]

[moekov.livejournal.com]

[Ivan mumbles another string of words, the only decipherable part being the following.]

/Only if yuh look in tha mirror./

[He grins lecherously, or drunkenly. They seem to be one in the same for the young man.]

/Ho-kay./