GIP
I haven't GIPed in ages, but then it's been a while since I've found a treasure trove of nifty icons such as this one Credit must go to Katt, for she is cool and writes of the fanfic of questionable relations betwix Slim and Le Diable and possible La Belle Dame Sans Merci.
He just handed me another cigarette, this one lit, and stuck his hand in his jacket. Out came a battered old flask, the kind that could be bought in flea markets under hand-painted signs proclaiming "Genuine Antiques."
"Boom-boom?" he offered.
I had no idea what boom-boom was. Whether it was the lateness of the hour, the post-traumatic-stress of the mission or the fact that I've never drank too much anyway, I accepted the flask. As soon as I took a sip I regretted it.
Boom-boom, apparently, is Cajun French for "cayenne-flavoured paint thinner mixed with swamp water and lightly misted with radioactive waste."
I opened my mouth to breath but found that my oesophagus had seized in protest.
He just handed me another cigarette, this one lit, and stuck his hand in his jacket. Out came a battered old flask, the kind that could be bought in flea markets under hand-painted signs proclaiming "Genuine Antiques."
"Boom-boom?" he offered.
I had no idea what boom-boom was. Whether it was the lateness of the hour, the post-traumatic-stress of the mission or the fact that I've never drank too much anyway, I accepted the flask. As soon as I took a sip I regretted it.
Boom-boom, apparently, is Cajun French for "cayenne-flavoured paint thinner mixed with swamp water and lightly misted with radioactive waste."
I opened my mouth to breath but found that my oesophagus had seized in protest.