[Woof]

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[Snake grunts as he jerks awake, stiffly, since he fell asleep on the floor in the hallway real classy-like.  Next to him is an empty whiskey bottle.  He groans and runs his hands over his face and even though no one is around to see it, he's still embarrassed.  He hopes that he didn't do anything stupid.]

Hn?

[Something on his neck is 'itching' him.  Snake touches his neck to scratch and he feels something leathery.]

[He woke up with it on; a simple brown collar with soft, blue kidskin lining. He doesn't like it.  It has a damn ring on the front...where someone could potentially attach a lead.  Great.]

What...the Hell?

Why does this crazy shit always happen to me?

[This Nexus is really starting to get on his last nerve...and Snake's last nerve must be pretty strong-]

Comments

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Talk to me.

[He is far more concerned about how this happened than how hot a collar is.] Do you feel drugged?

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Hnnnn...I feel fine.

The only person that drugged me was myself.

[He reaches back and scratches the back of his neck, right under that collar. It itches-]

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[sighs]

[He regards him solemnly.]

I see why your engineer was upset.

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Nno. [He shakes his head.] I was sober when I spoke to him.

This happened hours later...

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And he has a name...it's Hal.

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[Nods.] And what caused 'this?'

[smiles faintly.] Hal then.

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If I could remember... [He just shakes his head.]

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You believe you did this to yourself?

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

I always do. Who else could it have been?

[He sighs and wonders what he's going to do.]

...

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[sighs and leans back.]

[rubs his face.]

You need to stop.

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[Frowns. He knew he was going to say that.]

That is...easier said than done. [He tilts his head] I'll give it a try.

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You think that's something I am unaware of? I spent my fair share knocking back bottles. [He frowns as he is reminded what happened last time he drank.]

[Leans forward and looks at him closely.] You don't try. You do.

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[He scratches the top of his messy head.] ...

Heh...

[Snake leans forward and rests his elbows, then his forearms on his knees, which in turn makes his head spin again. He really shouldn't have drank as much as he did. This is the worst hangover he's ever experienced.]

Ugh.

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[Big Boss stares at the far wall.]

This isn't good for you. Or those around you.

[frowns]

I'm sorry about what I did to you.

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[He stares at the floor.]



[He sighs.]

What?

[zeroequals100.livejournal.com]

[Turns his head slightly to look at him.]

I forced you. I should have had more control than that.

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[he looks back up at him.]

...

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[Slowly shakes his head.]

No. It's not.

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[He stares at him.]

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[He turns to look fully at him.]

I shouldn't have forced you. There is no excuse.

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'Forced'?

[He furrows his brows.]

I didn't feel 'forced'.

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[Turns his head away and closes his eye.]

...

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[He looks down feeling that he failed at that, as well.]

.........

[zeroequals100.livejournal.com]

I would have liked to have been sober for it.

[he folds his hands between his legs and looks down at them.]

Instead, I have vague images of what I did and crushing guilt.