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"I was getting stir crazy," he hissed, pulling his jacket off of his shoulders, folding his jacket to place it behind his head. "And I figure, if I'm going to die, I'd rather do it out here than in there in a hole." He opened one eye to glance at the chairback that concealed the other male. "Besides. If you had gone, and I had stayed, I would have become the sole source of attention."

Isiah sniggered. "Maybe." He wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea of.. well, never getting laid again, wasn't the best thing ever. "Maybe not. Maybe our little vault was the last one on earth." He rolled his eyes. "I can't imagine the future of mankind if it were up to them to repopulate the planet."

Isiah shrugged, opening his mouth to answer before he heard the other male shuffling into a comfortable sleeping position. He followed suit- he changed position three or four times before exhaustion got the best of him. He slept like a rock until the sun got low and began to peek through the broken shades and warm him up.

He groaned, sitting up, grumbling as he rubbed sleep out of his eyes. He heard Q's quiet, steady breathing- enough of a clue to deduce he was still asleep. He groaned quietly, pushing up onto his sore legs, stepping gingerly over the rubble in the once chain restaraunt. No harm in looking around while he waited for the other to wake up. He walked past the bar and into the kitchen, rats scurrying under old dead fridges as he did so. He grimaced, pulling open a refridgerator door before he nearly screamed in delight.

"BEER!"

Rows of unopened bottles lined the fridge shelves- their labels were faded or molded, but the bottles appeared intact. Isiah hadn't had a beer in.. well.. ten months. Ten horrible, horrible months.

He pulled a bottle out of the fridge- it was warm, of course, but he didn't care. He put the bottlecap up against his eyesocket, using his skull to pop the cap off, relishing in the hiss of carbonation as it opened before taking that first, delicious, lukewarm sip. He ducked his head out of hte kitchen, bottle in hand. "There's BEER In here!"

Isiah heard the fall, yelp, clank, yelp, of the canid, though he certainly didn't see it. He chuckled, walking across the room, offering his hand to help him up to his feet. "You more of a wine fan, Frenchie?" He sipped gingerly at his newfound beverage, licking his lips clean. "What I wouldn't give for a frosty glass right now, right?"

Isiah shrugged in response to the thank you, quirking a brow upward. "Oh yeah? You an angry drunk?" He finished off his beer, tossing the bottle off to the opposite side of the room they were in. No reason to be neat. He had of course forgotten to consider his friend's hearing sensitivity before he did it.

Isiah leaned to the side, quirking a brow upward. "Other than you know.. possible cancer from all this radioactivity?" He shrugged. "You only live once." He looked back toward the kitchen wistfully. It would be SUCH a waste of energy to carry that beer with him.. and really it served no purpose. Alcohol only served to dehydrate. ... Then again, they could possibly barter with it, if they found anyone else...

IF there was anyone else.

"You wanna try and raid this place? See if there's anything salvageable?"

Isiah sensed how the energy changed significantly once Bornes began to tear through the cabinets- he followed suit across the room, only going down below, pulling down anything that was of worth. He snickered at some of the things he found- canola oil, crisco, freaking lard- must have been one hell of a greasy spoon when the place was running.

He didn't find much- some tuna, some saurkraut that he was pretty sure only he would eat, some canned meat and soup.. even some bottled water, albiet carbonated. He'd take it. "Any luck on your end?"