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[brllnt-disguise.livejournal.com]

[In the stairwell leading to the second floor there is a sleeping Pliskin. His M4 resting in his lap as he sleeps sitting up.]

[He hasn't found a room yet obviously and the stairs are as good a place as any.]

z z Z

...Meryl...

[And he mumbles in his sleep.]

Comments

[brllnt-disguise.livejournal.com]

My name's Pliskin. Not Snake. [slight annoyed tone]

[He gets up though and holds out a hand to help her down the stairs.]

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

You sure look like a Snake, Mr. Pliskin.

[She accepts his hand, taking one step after. Her mind is a bit mixed up right now, so she's wondering if she had cloned him in the future and named him something else or... she had way too much alcohol to even think of it. She put that in the back of her mind for later.

When she finished walking down the steps, she pleasantly smiled at him.] Thank you.

[brllnt-disguise.livejournal.com]

I'm not.

[He looks over for a second.] You've drunk.

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

All I've had was three or four glasses of champagne, that was it! It's New Years and I'm over 21, I'm allowed to enjoy myself at a party.

[brllnt-disguise.livejournal.com]

[shrugs] Just an observation.

[drquacksays.livejournal.com]

[She shrugs back.]

Well, thanks again. I guess?