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[ Oh my. Lieutenant Excellen Browning has a very high tolerance for stressful, emotionally-trying circumstances, but sometimes even she needs a break from smiling and bearing everything. With the recent few stressful events, the realization she may not be leaving for many more months, and--by far the most important and damaging--the disappearance of Alfimi, she is currently totally out of fucks to give.
Luckily (or unluckily, depending on one's opinion on such matters), Excellen had come to stumble upon a certain bar with infinite booze, so she had helped herself to several bottles. You may be able to figure out where this is going. ]
It's pretty screwed up, huh?
[ She is about thirty feet from the bar, leaning against a tree as she talks into the Vine; it may be a bit hard to read her, as she has one creepy smile plastered on her face as she talks. One may notice a large bottle beside her, leaning against the same tree. ]
Queenie comes and brings us here, but then ups and kicks us out. She's not a very good host, y'know. Maybe some don't have anywhere to go when they get kicked out.
I wonder what's so special about me that keeps me winning this lame game of Russian roulette. Beat Lemon, then beat Sweetheart twice now--so, what do I win, eh, eh? Is my prize for surviving being able to survive? Because that's pretty lame, not gonna lie. I shouldn't get all the luck, you know. I don't mind sharing--hear that, Queenie? I'm really generous! Ask my boy-toy just how gener--Oh, whoops! Guess that's out of the question.
But, hey, hey, let's have a do-over, okay? My luck can't win me this game forever.
Luckily (or unluckily, depending on one's opinion on such matters), Excellen had come to stumble upon a certain bar with infinite booze, so she had helped herself to several bottles. You may be able to figure out where this is going. ]
It's pretty screwed up, huh?
[ She is about thirty feet from the bar, leaning against a tree as she talks into the Vine; it may be a bit hard to read her, as she has one creepy smile plastered on her face as she talks. One may notice a large bottle beside her, leaning against the same tree. ]
Queenie comes and brings us here, but then ups and kicks us out. She's not a very good host, y'know. Maybe some don't have anywhere to go when they get kicked out.
I wonder what's so special about me that keeps me winning this lame game of Russian roulette. Beat Lemon, then beat Sweetheart twice now--so, what do I win, eh, eh? Is my prize for surviving being able to survive? Because that's pretty lame, not gonna lie. I shouldn't get all the luck, you know. I don't mind sharing--hear that, Queenie? I'm really generous! Ask my boy-toy just how gener--Oh, whoops! Guess that's out of the question.
But, hey, hey, let's have a do-over, okay? My luck can't win me this game forever.