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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

Re: 3/3

[inb4failbro.livejournal.com]

There's nothing left of them at all.

[He may be drunk off his ass, but he's still been able to observe a few things. When Hal took another drink, he attempted to warn him.]

Be careful.

[He said as he held his head. He was finally starting to sober up, and it wasn't pretty.]

You're drinking too quickly. Your body won't feel the effects of what you just drank for another half hour. It already won't be pretty, so give it some time.

[Something he has clearly relearned the hard way.]

[justdevastated.livejournal.com]

... Yeah.

[He looked over at the other man then back down at his cup. Hal remembered he had been in other bars that didn't trap you in them so he could always drink sake later. The man pushed the cup and the bottle away then poured himself some water in a new glass. Emmerich drank some.]

I think I've had enough.

We're both going to be pretty hungover tomorrow, aren't we?

[The doctor gave him a grin.]

[inb4failbro.livejournal.com]

[Matt was always a bit of a nag, even when he really had no right to speak. Though he often was right, it was this tendency that earned him quite a few nasty nicknames back at home.]

You may have a slight hangover tomorrow, but I'll be a mess in...

[He looks up at a clock.] Two hours..

fail

[justdevastated.livejournal.com]

Oh. Are you going to be able to make it back to your place before then?

[Hal finished up the rest of his water.]