Danger zone

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

[A cat-eared Liquid is walking through the halls, tail lashing. There is a half-empty bottle of bourbon in one hand and something else in the other.]

[He is shouting at no one.] Yes, I know he was an imbecile! We fought every time we were in the same room! We spent full days insulting and punching one another! He drove me mad!

[He takes a swig from the bottle, then leans against the wall.]

God, I miss him.

[He hangs his head as he laments]

We were just beginning to tolerate one another now and then. Why did the idiot have to disappear? There were times when he...I could almost say he...wasn't so bad.

[His face crumples into an expression of unbearable sadness.]

We never even finished watching his ridiculous film.

[The object he holds is a video of Top Gun.]

((Drunk, kitty-ified Liquid misses xmas_is_here. Laugh, commiserate, steal his bourbon.))

Comments

[likeavamp.livejournal.com]

Then do not. If they want to and are able to, they will because it is what they choose.

And it is not as if there is no one here for you to love.

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

....why are you making sense?

Of course there are. That's why I have to give them all I have while I can. All of them.

[gives him an accusing look, as though he was about to argue] There really aren't that many.

[likeavamp.livejournal.com]

Because I am not drunk.

[He shrugs and holds his hands up in a placating manner.]

There may even be more than you think.

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

Even sober you usually don't make good points like that.

[regards him unsteadily] What are you talking about?

[likeavamp.livejournal.com]

Perhaps it is because we have never spoken of such things.

[He shrugs.] Only that Liquid Snakes tend to be thought of highly here.

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

Usually our conversations are mostly you trying to get into my trousers.

Popularity. [He laughs unsteadily.] I never expected to have that.

[likeavamp.livejournal.com]

At least I am consistent.

[He waves his hand] Yes, yes, you were raised to be a perfect soldier, who eats bullets for breakfast and whose tears would cure cancer if you ever cried. And now you are also well-liked. Congratulations, and all that.