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

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

You have got to be joking.

Do you want to start a fight over who has the most terrible family?

[neurotic-insect.livejournal.com]

Not really. My life didn't start to suck until after I burnt mine to the ground. [The alcohol was already starting to work a little. His head was feeling fuzzy.]

Although, from what I've seen, you and your brother really need to work out the issues with Big Boss. The man effectively spiraled down into a deep psychosis and geunine insanity following the Virtuous Mission in the sixties. He wasn't exactly right in the head when you two were born.

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

That's no excuse for the bastard he is. I'll never forgive him.

[neurotic-insect.livejournal.com]

[He slumped against the wall, yawning loudly. Wow. The medicine must have not dissipated as much as he had thought. This could be awkward...]

But what if...he comes forward and starts apologozing?

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

I...well.

[shrugs and admits] One did, in his half-arsed way, and I didn't kill him.

[neurotic-insect.livejournal.com]

See? You have to be open to the things you don't expect.

[After blinking several times, he realized it might be entirely possible he'll pass out before he makes it back to his apartment.] What floor are we on?

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

You have no idea how true that is. I've stopped not expecting anything.

The sixth. I think. I may have counted the same stairs a few times. Do you want a drink?

[neurotic-insect.livejournal.com]

[He laughed quietly. Story of his life, that was.]

Nuh uh. I need to get back to my apartment before I pass out again. I'm still not sure how I made it out in the first place.