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[__unsunghero]

So half the ranch has been destroyed, and the idiots on board can't fix it by themselves, and I need to recruit some inferio- I mean, some help...

*trying to ignore the situation, because his stress level is WAY TOO HIGH already*

*drinking some whiskey he had stashed away in his desk*

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[forcy_chan]

Is there... anything I could do to help? *concerned*

[__unsunghero]

Not unless you feel like helping Davidson or whatever his name was with re-building.

...Actually, no, you're not quite... fit... for that kind of work.

Uh... *thinks of something he could do*

[forcy_chan]

.......

'Not... fit?' *sweatdrops*

[__unsunghero]

What?

.....All right, you're too clumsy, okay? You'd end up nailing some body part to the wall, knowing you.

[forcy_chan]

...... *looks away, slightly hurt* .... Alright then, what AM I fit to do?

[__unsunghero]

I'm sorry, kay? I didn't WANT to say it.

You can do plenty of other things. You give great massages, too.

*realizes what he's saying, and how drunk he is, then shuts up*

[forcy_chan]

I... I do? *blushes*

[__unsunghero]

Yeah. *blushes faintly after having said all that*

[forcy_chan]

.... *turns even redder*

[__unsunghero]

.......*takes another swig of his whiskey, not knowing what to say*

[forcy_chan]

*eyes the bottle*

Um... What exactly are you drinking?

[__unsunghero]

Whiskey. Why?

[forcy_chan]

Just curious.

..... *picks up the bottle and sniffs it*

.... *wrinkles his nose and puts it back down*

.... It smells nasty. ;_;

[__unsunghero]

Yeah, but it does the trick. Tastes good after a while, but that doesn't mean you can have any. You obviously can't hold your licquor.

[forcy_chan]

.....

I wouldn't want any anyway. Like I said, it smells HORRIBLE. x_x;

[__unsunghero]

It does nice things for your emotional state, though.

*smirks, then stands up, putting the cap back on his whiskey and setting it down on the ground*

*advances on Forcy, smirk still on his face*