FissionMailed

[Liquid was looking through the closet in the room he shared with his brother.  Something was strange-- things kept disappearing out of it or were moved around.  The most notable subtraction was the riding crop that he and the elder soldier had gotten quite a bit of... enjoyment... out of, and it was rather odd for it to not be where it should be.  They were rather careful about putting things back when they were done, so that the younger version of themselves wouldn't see it.]

Brother!  Did you put the crop somewhere else?

[He'd wanted to use it tonight, and it'd be very difficult to tie up his brother and have some fun whipping his arse if he couldn't find the crop.]

[It couldn't have been the younger Liquid.  What would he want to come in here for?  There was nothing very interesting out in the open, and even the interesting stuff was hidden pretty well from casual prying.  They'd tried to be discreet about their relationship (the last thing either of them wanted was to have to explain themselves to a thirteen year old version of themselves), and, even if there were a few slip ups every now and then, he'd thought they'd been doing all right with it.]

[And, of course, he was wrong, because Liquids weren't subtle with this sort of thing.

((Locked to dominantviper and invictus_culpa ))

[For once, there is a Liquid Snake in the bar who is not depressed, upset, or angry.  Just sitting there minding his own damn business, drinking a generous measure of decent whiskey from a glass.  Sure, he's a little bruised and bandaged, but he seems like he's just really enjoying that whiskey.]

[The reason for his better than usual mood is simple: he got laid.  It is difficult for even Liquid to be in a poor mood immediately after having sex, so long, of course, as it was any good.  And since this happened to be fantastic sex, thank you kindly, he is much more kindly disposed to the world at large, even if he is stuck in some kind of batshit nexus of worlds.  But at least it's a batshit nexus of worlds that has a well-stocked bar.  Liquid was inclined to look more favorably on any place that had one of those.]

[Along with that whiskey, he's mulling over the fact that the aforementioned amazing sex was with one of his alternates-- an alternate who got turned into a woman temporarily, no less.  Not that it necessarily bothered him, but it was an unusual situation nonetheless, which he felt merited at least some measure of thought.  The exact measure of which, of course, would depend upon the measure of whiskey that he happened to consume along the way.]



((Backdated a few days to after this.  Open to anyone who'd like to bother.))