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[polygon-animes.livejournal.com]

[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

[polygon-animes.livejournal.com]

No. Its... Hallerich.

Uh.... I stopped counting a while back.

Did you dye your hair? I thought it was graying....

[Otacon realized his face was kinda hot.]

[formerfoxhound.livejournal.com]

Uh.

[He blinked and ran a hand though his hair.]

Think I'm cutting you off, Otacon.

[polygon-animes.livejournal.com]

Huh? Oh; okay.... I guess.

[He frowned a little then pushed up his glasses.]

[formerfoxhound.livejournal.com]

Good to see you're being careful.

[Even though this is the second Otacon he's seen, he hasn't seen any other Snakes, so it doesn't occur to him that Otacon could be confusing him for someone else.]

[polygon-animes.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I always wear protection.

[The man chuckles, probably not on the same wavelength Snake is at that moment.]

Ugh....

[He leans onto the other man's shoulder and closes his eyes, suddenly feeling sick.]

[formerfoxhound.livejournal.com]

Hnnngh. Don't you dare puke on me.

[Snake shifts and carefully extricates himself from underneath him so he can stand. He pushes Otacon down into the booth.]

Lie down. I'll get you some water or something.

[polygon-animes.livejournal.com]

[Otacon slumps against the back of the booth and slides into a lying down position.]

Thanks, Snake.

[He stares at the ceiling and wonders why the room feels like its rocking back and forth.]