//burnin' up the night in an alcohol flame

[otaku_mk_ii]

[Otacon didn't drink if he could help it. But you know what? Screw it. Screw this situation, screw this building he was in, and whatever else. This building had damn near broken the scientist, and he needed a drink. Badly.]

[So here he was, in a bar a short distance from his and Ivan's apartment with a quarter-empty bottle of bourbon within reach.]

[And he was kind of leaning his head on the bar, half-asleep.]