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[mounties_rock]

WHO:Canada, Norway
WHEN: 6/9 Evening
WHERE:A sports bar
WHAT: STANLEY CUP

Matthew walked into the bar filled with excitement. It was crowded, people everywhere at the bar and at tables. Almost every screen was on the same game. The Flyers vs the Blackhawks.

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[talks_to_nisse]

Sindre waved him off with a smile. "You said you would pay for snacks," he corrected, "I just bought drinks. And you're letting me come over. Just consider it a host's gift."

He led Matthew back to the car and carefully stowed the drinks and snacks in the trunk. "So where exactly is your apartment?" he asked as he pulled out of the parking lot.

Following Matthew's directions, the two of them were able to get to the apartment building with relative speed, despite getting caught behind a distracted mother going five miles under the speed limit. Sindre pulled the drinks out of the trunk as Matthew fiddled with the lock on the door. Finally getting inside, Sindre went to the kitchen to prepare rum and cokes while his friend went to the main area of the apartment, presumably to set up the snacks.

[mounties_rock]

Matt got his own maple flavored snacks from his room before putting the potato chip and pretzel bags on the coffee table in front of the couch. This was awesome, this was great! A party was just what the doctor ordered. Well, the Stanley Cup helped too of course. It was really amazing how something exciting like this could lift a person's spirit. Matt took a bite of his maple chips and smiled. Delicious

Sorry for the delay...and the short post...

[talks_to_nisse]

Sindre took a drink of his own before responding to Matthew. "Mine tastes normal". He snatched Matthew's from him and took a sip. He had mixed this one weaker than his own, but everything seemed to be in order. "Yours tastes right as well," he said, handing it back. "Anything in particular seem off with it?"

Sindre took a second to look at what Matthew had pulled out for them to eat. Were those maple flavored chips? And candy? "You have an...interesting taste in snacks, Matthew," he commented, reaching for a plain bag of chips. "Maybe that's why the coke seems off?"

TALK ABOUT A DELAY. what i had written got deleted and it was better than this ;-;

[mounties_rock]

Matthew look suspiciously at his drink again. He looked to Sindre before glancing back down at the beverage and taking a tentative sip. Nope it still tasted really weird. Sindre was right, it could have been the maple chips, except that he usually drank coke with these chips and it had never tasted like this before. He looked to Sindre once more and wondered if perhaps the older man was trying to trick him in some way. He seemed the type and he had offered to prepare the drinks but, if this was a joke it was just kind of weird and really sort of random.

Matt took another drink.

No, it definitely wasn't the chips he thought again reaching for another one. Mmm, he hummed as he ate it. The chips were really nice though, more than usual it seemed. Or maybe that was just the relaxed and slightly light headed feeling that was taking hold of him.

"You know these... chips are. DELICIOUS." he followed this sentence by taking a huge gulp of coke. Woah, even this stuff was starting to taste pretty good. Maple chips could do anything

I'M BACK, NO LONGER SICK, AND TOTALLY NOT LEAVING FOR CANADA TOMORROW

[talks_to_nisse]

Matt was actually eating maple flavored chips. Sindre had almost been hoping they were a joke, but the kid seemed to be greatly enjoying them. He mentally shrugged. As long as he didn't have to eat them, the kid could have whatever he chose.

He couldn't help but stare as Matt started to down his drink. It probably shouldn't been that great of a surprise that the younger Canadian would lean toward the American habit of binge drinking-he had an American brother, if he remembered correctly-but it certainly put a damper on things. Sindre had originally planned to be able to make it home tonight, and taking care of a smashed teen wasn't exactly what he considered a victory party.

But it was Matt's apartment, and if he wanted to wreck it, that was his prerogative. Noticing the other was almost done with his glass, he asked, "Do you, ah, want another?"

yes drinking increases his strength

[mounties_rock]

Yeah thats right Maple chips could do anything. Maybe even fight crime! Maple chips were the superheroes of the chip world. Yup, thats what Matt decided, and buy eating them he was getting their super strength. Maybe even some super powers. Yeah, Matt breathed in and felt the maple chip strength filling his body. "I bet I could shoot lasers even!" he said aloud to Sindre. He then finished of the last of his drink in record time

You're getting the "dear christ what's wrong with you" face

[talks_to_nisse]

[ooc: You have no idea how tempting it was to just post this video as a response.]

Clearly, maple chips had the unfortunate side effect of driving the eater insane. Knocking Matt's hand away, Sindre parried, "No, I am not a large mammal that likes to make dams. I think you need to sit down. Or see a therapist."

He pushed Matt back until his knees hit the couch and he fell onto it. Looming above him, Sindre stared down with his best 'I am older than you and you will listen to me' glare. "You can't shoot lasers. I can guarantee, you cannot shoot lasers. And I do not want any trouble. Which is why you're going to sit here while I get you some water." He paused, considered, then added, "And maybe a tranquilizer."

Snagging Matt's empty glass, Sindre turned to get his friend a glass of water. He couldn't believe Matt could get that drunk that quickly, but it was a bit sudden for temporary insanity as well.

:D

[mounties_rock]

As the foul non-beaver used some sort of psychic ability to push our strong canadian hero onto the couch Matthew knew he was in trouble. What sort of other mystic powers did this strange felon possess that he could so easily maneuver a man like Matt himself, who possessed the strength of a moose (one of nature's mightiest creatures)? Matthew wouldn't say he was scared, because then he wouldn't be a man, but he was aware of the dangers involved in such a high risk situation.

In times such as these there were two options a hero could take. He could run to fight another day, or he could tackle the mysteriously powered felon and risk facing all of his powers head on. He knew which option a fool would chose. BUT HE ALSO KNEW WHICH ONE A MAN WOULD CHOOSE.

"BEAVERRRRRSSS!!!" and with that shout he flew over the back of the couch tackling the man from behind. They both fell to the floor with a thud.