[I Shot the Sheriff]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[He did a bad thing today. It's rather sobering but he did it...and it was easy. It felt good, but at the same time so horrible.

BUT

He knows the old man will regenerate with a more focused anger than before, and frankly, Snake isn't ready to take the brunt of that.]

Sshhhhit.

[Snake wanders back to the bar, sits down, and hangs his head, thinking, trying to figure out what to do for when the old man returns. He could use some help but he's got no one. He's not surprised by this, or even all that saddened. He knows he did it to himself and he's not surprised that he finds himself alone again.]

((ooc: Snake is an idiot. Oy vey.))

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[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

[A scene that could be considered strange then unfolded--Liquid wandered into the bar, walked past Snake with little more than an acknowledging nod, and proceeded to get himself a glass of vodka.]

Brother.

[After quitting his smoking, he needed something to fall back on. Alcohol worked just as well, especially with all the stress he was under lately.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[Dave doesn't even lift his head. He's still pondering his impeding doom.]

...

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

[...He's being ignored. As this is in fact Liquid, such a thing bothers him.]

And just what could have you so distraught?

[Smirking, he leaned on the nearest wall and took a drink. Liquid wasn't having the best week himself, but he at least had the decency to hide it.]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

I'm busy.

[He rests his elbow on the bar and his chin in his hand while his other hand idles on top of his holstered SOCOM pistol.]

[liquidouroboros.livejournal.com]

Yes, you certainly look it.

[He glanced at the hand on his pistol, mildly amused.]

Calm down. I've no reason to fight you. Unless you're the one from my world--which I doubt, as you don't seem like a megalomaniacal bastard.

[He took another drink, sitting down a short distance away.]

[screamingdolls.livejournal.com]

[Here's someone she hasn't seen in a long while.]

Hello...

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

<sub>Hnh.

...Hello.</sub>

[It's been a long time.]

[screamingdolls.livejournal.com]

[She sat down next to him.]

Are you... okay?

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

[He stares at the lacquered wood of the bar.]

I'll be fine.

[screamingdolls.livejournal.com]

I'm not completely useless, you know... I could... help.

[She looked over at him.]

You're not alone.

[sweetacon.livejournal.com]

Dave?

[Halie roams closer to the man, squinting her eyes.]

It is you!

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[He almost falls off of his bar stool.]

Halie!

[sweetacon.livejournal.com]

[Halie doesn't care if Dave's not feeling in a great mood or wanting to have some company right now. She wraps her arms around him and hugs him tightly.]

I've missed you.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

_...

[His first instinct is to hug her back, and he does, like a reaction.]

_{I...missed you, too.}

[codec-mechanic.livejournal.com]

Snake...?

Wow, you look pretty glum there.

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

Otacon?

[He lifts his head to peer at him through bleary eyes.]

...

[Dave's not sure when he saw this one last.]

[codec-mechanic.livejournal.com]

Hey.

[Gently.] Are you okay?

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

No, Hal. Nno.

[He rubs his hands over his face and grumbles his words from behind them.]

I messed up, big time.

[hikikomorihal.livejournal.com]

[Simply because sad Snakes attract Otacons...]

Snake?

[This one looked a little different from the ones he had met previously. Not that he had shown his face much around here...]

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

[Apparently. It's like they all have a sixth sense about it. It's uncanny!]

Yes, Hal?

[He doesn't recognize him. He does, as he knows it's Hal, but he doesn't because he's a lot younger than the ones he's used to.]

[hikikomorihal.livejournal.com]

[That's because they do!]

[This Otacon was from the Tanker, but he didn't seem too phased by the sudden grayer apperance his friend had taken on. In fact, it only went on to intregue him.]

Uh... sorry. You look a little different to the Snake from my time. Not too different though. I was still able to recognize you.

[He tries for a smile, but it falters once he realizes there's something different about Snake's eyes. He really didn't look all that well.]

You doing okay, Snake?

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

...No. I don't feel well.

[Along with his hair and his lower weight, his posture isn't all that great, either.]

[liquidfatale.livejournal.com]

Why do I always find you Snakes in the bar?

[saltpeppered.livejournal.com]

I've been in here...every day...for over a month.

You remind me of someone.

[ltrstono-one.livejournal.com]

[they have a certain something here to mix. It has real sugar in it, instead of high fructose corn syrup. And Otacon's here to pick up the Coca-Cola before he goes back to his room]

... Snake. Is every- did something happen?