ITP: DRINKS

[in_sovietme]

[ In a corner of the mess hall is a table full of booze. And the vodka flows freely from a water spigot sticking out of the floor. The booze may or may not be safe. If you're underage, feel free to have camp do horrible things to you.

MINGLE. DRINK.

Comments

[sillyrabitricks]

*BOOZE!!! ...but that guy...*

[lietmeupinside]

Ah- h-hello again! Rabi, isn't it?

[sillyrabitricks]

That's right! Hey man!

[lietmeupinside]

Uhm. You might want to avoid the cake.

[sillyrabitricks]

Yeah I think I'll avoid the DOOM.

[lietmeupinside]

W-well, there's no way to tell for certain, of course, but- all the same.

[sillyrabitricks]

But he scares you.

[lietmeupinside]

[Not when he's in hearing range, ogod, whyyyy.]

That's- I- I didn't say that.

[sillyrabitricks]

Oh.

*pets*

How's the booze?

[lietmeupinside]

[If he was drinking, his nerves would proooobably be a little less shot. But alas, he is not.]

I... haven't tried it.

[sillyrabitricks]

...I need a guinea pig.

[lietmeupinside]

[This? This is the look of someone who DOES NOT LIKE THOSE WORDS USED WHEN HE IS IN THE ROOM.]

...r-r-really?

[sillyrabitricks]

Oh look Stein is here! THANK GOD my mad scientist friend who experiments on himself.

[lietmeupinside]

...I'm sorry?

[sillyrabitricks]

*POINTING TO THE GUY WITH A BOLT THROUGH HIS HEAD*

[lietmeupinside]

[RECOVERING now, please wait.]

A-ah. I met him the other day, actually.

But... I believe it's a her at the moment?