[I'm sticking with you, cuz I'm made out of glue]

[revolietionary]

[Ocelot was on the prowl. He was searching for evidence that this "nexus" might be run by an external agency from the outside. While he was more than aware of the fact he had brought an end to The Philosophers, that didn't mean they hadn't anticipated their end. This entire ordeal may have been set in motion prior to his own defection, preparing

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[seethingrage]

[John wanders straight into the room and up to the bar. His goal is to get a shot or two of whiskey. While he's there, he glances to the left at the photo hanging on the wall.]

...

[oldbeast]

[Snake remembers this Big Boss. Their last encounter hadn't gone particularly smoothly, but that was to be expected.]

[He takes a seat at the bar, leaving a space between himself and the younger man as he pulls out a bottle of whiskey from over the bar.]

[seethingrage]

[He shoots the old man a look.]

What's so funny?

[Then he eyes that whiskey. No way he will just let Snake have it, so he reaches for it as well in an attempt to snatch it from him.]

[oldbeast]

Hey-

[Snake grunts when the other man tries to pull the whiskey from his hands.]

[oldbeast]

[He doesn't expect the handcuffs to appear when their knuckles brush in collision.]

?!!

[seethingrage]

Hnh-?!

What the HELL?!

[Big Boss is not amused.]

[oldbeast]

[Was he already drunk? Maybe he was imagining that cold metal around his wrist...]

.....

[The old man grumbles quietly.] You've done it now.

[seethingrage]

I've done it? Get these off of me, now.

[John growls his command to Snake, expectantly awaiting the removal of those cuffs.]

[oldbeast]

Yeah, yeah...

Keep your pants on.

[Old Dave moves to his feet, inadvertently bringing John's arm with him as he hunches over the bar to search for a key behind the counter.]

Hnhh...

[seethingrage]

Hnh-!!

[In a snap-reaction he yanks, pulling Dave right back where he started.]

Watch it... [This was spoken in a warning tone.]

[oldbeast]

[Which brings David right back down to his seat with a grunt, nearly falling backwards in the process. He shoots John a glare.]

What's your problem?

[seethingrage]

Being stuck to you!

[He yanks his arm just to assert himself once more.]

[oldbeast]

Hey!

[The force of the yank makes the whiskey slip out of his hands. While it doesn't topple and crash, it does teeter towards the edge of the smooth surface.]

Hnhhnh... Still behaving like a brat.

[seethingrage]

What was that...?

[He grumbles at the old man he's hopelessly shackled to.]

[oldbeast]

...A deaf brat at that.

[Snake slumps down onto the bar stool.] I can't find that key if you're tugging my arm like that.

[seethingrage]

[In anger he reaches up with his free hand and grabs Snake's face, squeezing his mouth shut tightly between his stiff fingers like a vice.]

Shut. Up.

Just fine the damn key and keep your mouth shut.