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Indubitably rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 5
Total: 8 (2-12)
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 Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 1:36 pm
[25 + 3 = 28 drinks]
There was a loud, hard bang on the table, and she found a cool stein nudging the hand she'd left limp on the bar. It was pulled to her lips, mouth working its way over the rim for a sip. It was a good thing it was beer, not acid, and the noise she made was pleasantly surprised.
Blinking blearily, as Fluorite addressed her, she grinned. "Didn't know," Another swallow, "you were into the passed out type."
Not that she'd mind a kiss, nuh uh. The round was finished as her musing eyes studied some of the other agents in the bar. Not a bad looking group....
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Indubitably rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 6
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 1:37 pm
[28 + 2 drinks + bonus roll = 30 drinks and bonus roll]
The next round came, not alcohol, but some of that..... <********," A long swallow, and she set down the stein, shaking her head in amazement. "This just makes me feel good." A beckoning of the hand called her buddy, Rocky. "Bro, keep it coming, and tonight's gonna go really well. That's all I'm saying."
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Indubitably rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 6
Total: 11 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 1:38 pm
[30 + 5 + bonus roll = 35 drinks and bonus roll]
"Oooeeeeh," more of the stuff came, as requested, and she tried to take her time, but failed. Luckily, there was a large quantity of it. Lifting up one of the steins, she slung an arm across Fluorite's shoulders, proclaiming loudly, "This girl, is ********' awesome. Have I told y'all that?"
An affectionate kiss was bestowed upon her petite companion, before she briefly turned her attention back to the drink at hand. When it was empty, she gave Fluo the intense stare of the ardent, and very intoxicated, and pointed a finger, speaking directly. "Thanks for everything, you know?"
Whether that meant her part in the recruitment, being friends as civillians, or simply arranging it so that she'd be able to drink in a youma bar was extremely uncertain.
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Indubitably rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 1
Total: 2 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 1:39 pm
[ 35 + 1 = 36 drinks total]
Suddenly, another pressing thought careened across her hazy brain. One that had bothered her earlier, faded, and was now back with a vengeance.
"Why, the <********> isn't Lady Gaga playing right now." It was a bar. She was drunk. There were ladies. Where was the Gaga? Dancing? Come on, now, youma. She'd thought they knew how to party!
Her palm slapped the bar, and she pointed that same finger at the bartender. "Gimmie some water." It arrived, murky, and containing that same dusky-dirt taste of an elementary school water fountain, and she took a long swallow.
"I'm gonna drink this, and then I'm gonna find some music."
Even if the other Negas and the youma had to sing it themselves. Finishing the glass, she slipped somewhat clumsily from her stool, fingers clenching the counter top.
"Hey. Hey."
Well. This didn't really look like the Gaga crowd, despite what she assumed to be a large amount of homosexuals [she always assumed there were a large amount of homosexuals]. She pointed at Wolframite.
"I bet you know some Keh-dollarsign-Ha."
What did a girl have to do to find a damn beatboxer, around here? "Who can lay down a fat beat. Don't be shy. I know you're in here."
There had to be a Nega, or a youma, that could do the music....
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 4:23 pm
Wolframite was only just now lifting his head, holding it a moment before running his hands through his short hair and wiping at one eye. It seemed that loosing his youma drinking buddy had upset him, but now that he was addressed, he completely forgot about it. When the name was given, he gave her a blank stare and tried to think - a process that was near to impossible at the moment.
"I dont knuew tha officer." He informed, having never recruited a Keh-dol-er-sha. With all the strange names they had, it didn't ring any alarms that this name wasn't a officer's name.
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OP-Yuna rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 3
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 4:59 pm
((Day 1 Roll 1; 3 drinks || Roll 2; 3 drinks, -2 || Roll 3; 1 drink || Bonus Roll; 5 drinks
Day 2 Roll 1; 1 drink || Roll 2; 6 || Roll 3; 5 drinks || Bonus Roll; 4 drinks, +2
Day 3 Roll 1; 5 drinks +2
Total: 35 ))
Bismuthite was soooo sleepy now, but he knew he had to drink. The captain was on autopilot and didn't even notice that the drinks he was drinking were empty.....or the scene with Wolframite and the youma. That was good news for Wolframite, no doubt.
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OP-Yuna rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 3
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 5:02 pm
((Day 1 Roll 1; 3 drinks || Roll 2; 3 drinks, -2 || Roll 3; 1 drink || Bonus Roll; 5 drinks
Day 2 Roll 1; 1 drink || Roll 2; 6 || Roll 3; 5 drinks || Bonus Roll; 4 drinks, +2
Day 3 Roll 1; 5 drinks +2 || Roll2; 4 drinks, +2
Total: 41 ))
The youma must have thought it was funny to watch the sleepy Captain ingest the air from those empty steins. He was lucky they were empty, because a time or two he would semply sit there with his face rested on the stein. Taking a quick nap....
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OP-Yuna rolled 2 6-sided dice:
5, 1
Total: 6 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 5:05 pm
((Day 1 Roll 1; 3 drinks || Roll 2; 3 drinks, -2 || Roll 3; 1 drink || Bonus Roll; 5 drinks
Day 2 Roll 1; 1 drink || Roll 2; 6 || Roll 3; 5 drinks || Bonus Roll; 4 drinks, +2
Day 3 Roll 1; 5 drinks +2 || Roll2; 4 drinks, +2 || Roll3; 5 drinks
Total: 46 ))
Finally Bismuthtie wasn't given something that was empty, and boy did he find out! Falling asleep in his mug again, this time he inhaled and;
"UGH what oww~!?"
Got water up his nose. He coughed and sputtered some, but at least he was awake now. Somewhat. he was still drowsy, but at least now he had some water to help his alcohol system...uh...blood stream, uh....whatever.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 5:07 pm
A frighteningly familiar pink haired General Queen rocketed on to the stage, always strangely without any inhibitions, liquored up or not.
"Don't go chasing waterfalls, even if you really really really want tooooo,
And the rivers in the shape of the ocean,
I just gotta know if you gonna mean nothing at all,
But I can see you moving your a**."
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 5:09 pm
There was also small youma band on the stage, playing a velvety smooth jazz tune to back up the improptu singer.
It did not help much.
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 5:12 pm
Perhaps those weren't the real lyrics, but who the hell told a General-Queen that?
"That's what I'm talkin' about!"
Of course, Howlite was too busy cupping her hands around her mouth, cheering and being entirely indecent, to notice.
"Get it girl!"
Now it was turning into a party. Time to find someone to dance with. The blonde lieutenant's eyes caught sight of the two lizard guards that had accompanied their "free" companions into the town, and a reckless grin crossed her features.
Aw, yeah.
"Care to dance," ladies, was the heard but not spoken add-on. There were two of them! Where was Fluorite, when she needed her?
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 5:29 pm
Slowly the blond lifted his head and turned, ever so slowly, toward the stage. What on earth? The lyrics weren't familiar, but that didn't bother him. Actually there wasn't anything bothering him as he pointed and giggled. Youma playing instruments, that was the reason for the giggling, certainly not the signing General Queen; no reason to giggle there.
Then a sudden thought came to him, from where he didn't know. "Has she been down here...drinking?" A very slight tilt ofhis head as he attempted to recall if he'd seen her here drinking. He couldn't remember very well but what he could remember didn't contain her. So where had she come from and why?
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amicableAggressor rolled 2 6-sided dice:
4, 4
Total: 8 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 10:09 pm
Day four drink one, 32 drinks total
Drunken singing and music. Just what Sugilite didn't want. There was nothing she disliked more, when it came to the spoken word, than the butchered lyrics of today's music. And along with it, the rest of the humans at the bar seemed to be rapidly descending into drunken revelry. Almost as though the drinks were trying to match her rapidly souring mood, she found herself sitting in front of the same vinegar-water that she had been served at the beginning. At this rate, she really was going to be the only sober person here, she mulled to herself as she choked down two of the glasses.
The only sober negaverse officer, in a bar full of youma, in the middle of the rift. And if they managed to pass this trial, the only sober officer in the next. Which was not a promising or comforting thought.
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amicableAggressor rolled 2 6-sided dice:
3, 4
Total: 7 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 10:10 pm
Day four drink two, 33 drinks total.
She didn't even look at two of the three glasses pushed at her afterwards, she could recognize the smell before they were even in front of her. Sugilite's taste-buds were completely numb, and her ears were refusing to accept that the assault it was suffering really existed, the only thing yet to shut down in her sensory system was her nose and her eyes, and she squeezed both shut as she finished the one glass. One more round, that was all she could do. One more, and only for the sake of seeing this great youma. It was the only thing that sustained her.
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amicableAggressor rolled 2 6-sided dice:
2, 3
Total: 5 (2-12)
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Posted: Tue Oct 04, 2011 10:11 pm
Day four drink three, 37 drinks total.
Empty glasses. Sugilite was so relieved that she swallowed two more glasses of foul drink, her mouth not able to differentiate between air and liquid anymore. She was done. Absolutely done. Even the flavour of that amazing drink she had hoped for more glasses of was forgotten, and the only thing in her mind was to one, get out of this place as soon as possible and two, find a location to empty thirty seven or so assorted glasses of swill, vinegar, and the smallest bit of alcohol in a ladylike but urgent manner.
Pushing back her chair, Sugilite left the table for the final time, breaking for the fresh-ish air (comparatively) of the outdoors. Well, as outdoors as you could get in the rift.
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