LIKE A BRO [Closed]
Characters; inherent_sin & fancy_shooting
Setting/Location; New Utopia, Lordscourt Close, Room 29
Date & Time; Day 7 Evening? I think? I kinda lost track.
Warnings; BROFISTS. Alcohol idk.
Briefing; Brocelot and Big Bro are brospecting each other like bros in room number 29 of Verity's hotel. Oh and getting drunk. Like bros.
A vacation wasn't so bad, provided it didn't last that long and he wasn't taken too far from the battlefield. And given that he was surrounding himself with the people that he had either faced in battle before or would be in the near future, that condition was met. It was always strangely refreshing to just talk to the people, be it in person or over Amitynet, and reminded him of the fact that while he may (or may have not been, in this war's case) have been fighting for personal reasons, he never killed for personal reasons. It was just something that he did, and part of being a soldier. Not like he'd ever experienced something else.
The hotels in New Utopia were much nicer than the cabin he'd spent the majority of his nights in, too -- a little like his house back in the States, the fireplace and the liquor cabinet were almost the same. Nostalgia had the habit of creeping up to you during the strangest times.
(It was better than having to think about Snake, at least. He was glad the guy finally had some of his own business to attend to and left him alone for a while. Good for both of them, and especially for Jack's mind.)
He'd grabbed himself a bottle of bourbon from the cabinet, now lazily lounging around in the seat in front of the fireplace, taking a sip every now and again.
(Because drowning your sorrows in alcohol was so much better.)
Setting/Location; New Utopia, Lordscourt Close, Room 29
Date & Time; Day 7 Evening? I think? I kinda lost track.
Warnings; BROFISTS. Alcohol idk.
Briefing; Brocelot and Big Bro are brospecting each other like bros in room number 29 of Verity's hotel. Oh and getting drunk. Like bros.
A vacation wasn't so bad, provided it didn't last that long and he wasn't taken too far from the battlefield. And given that he was surrounding himself with the people that he had either faced in battle before or would be in the near future, that condition was met. It was always strangely refreshing to just talk to the people, be it in person or over Amitynet, and reminded him of the fact that while he may (or may have not been, in this war's case) have been fighting for personal reasons, he never killed for personal reasons. It was just something that he did, and part of being a soldier. Not like he'd ever experienced something else.
The hotels in New Utopia were much nicer than the cabin he'd spent the majority of his nights in, too -- a little like his house back in the States, the fireplace and the liquor cabinet were almost the same. Nostalgia had the habit of creeping up to you during the strangest times.
(It was better than having to think about Snake, at least. He was glad the guy finally had some of his own business to attend to and left him alone for a while. Good for both of them, and especially for Jack's mind.)
He'd grabbed himself a bottle of bourbon from the cabinet, now lazily lounging around in the seat in front of the fireplace, taking a sip every now and again.
(Because drowning your sorrows in alcohol was so much better.)