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

[not-adalovelace.livejournal.com]

Hurk-

[pulls away, sufficiently squeezed! If she didn't think it would ire him, she would have reeled away from the sudden strong scent of booze; as it was, she politely coughed instead.]

I'm sure it did. Why-

[Otacon paused, blinking for a moment. That was unexpected and surreal logic - in other words, just like she remembered most Liquids being. But, still-]

You know that doesn't make any sense. C'mon, we should get out of this hallway and into a saferoom or something. Wouldn't that be a good idea?

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

Ah, right, nerds are crushable, I forgot about that. [He pats her on the shoulder.]

Come along, let's find a nice place. [he slings the booze=holding arm around her]

[not-adalovelace.livejournal.com]

Didn't have to be so blunt about it.. [grumble]

Ack- take it easy, willya? [Tries to steady him (mostly so he doesn't teeter off), but it's hard when you have little strength)

[slowly starts walking] I can't even imagine what your blood alcohol level is right now. Why are you drinking, anyway?

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

Compared to that other Brother of mine, I'm a paragon of delicacy.

[ah, steadying nerd. That helps.]

Bourbon. [He swishes the bottle] Fiery and sweet as the devil's kiss.

[not-adalovelace.livejournal.com]

As true a point as that may be, I wouldn't exactly call you a graceful cat right now (or something like that).

[shifts a bit, and starts peeking in random rooms, looking for an appropriate place]

You don't say. And anyway, I asked why, not-

[she pulls her head out of a room suddenly, her face covered in pie]

...I didn't know we had a Three Stooges room.

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

I am still graceful! [He does a hands-free cartwheel just to prove it. Though he sticks the landing, the hall keeps turning longer than it really should.]

Ahh, why. Why didn't you say so? Because I miss my idiot brother. Not to drown missing him, of course, but to drown the shame of admitting it.

[Then he is face to face with a quietly indignant pie face]

[and suddenly he is laughing so hard he can barely breathe.]

[not-adalovelace.livejournal.com]

[just stares at him for a moment]

...

[leans down and wipes her face on his chest]

[whyamisobritish.livejournal.com]

Hey!

[He picks up some of the pie on his finger and licks it off.]

Hm. Whipped cream.