Semi-Open; Complete
WHO: Jan Valentine bitchin_beanie, Lyle Dylandy cherudim_sniper (and any other employees if they wanna stop by)
WHAT: BROMANCE A new employee and some booze and smokes!
WHERE: Junkhouse Ramen
WHEN: After this thread.
It was probably instinct that lead him to hoard alcohol. It wasn't as if Jan had any particular use for it these days -- sure, he could drink it, but it didn't really do much for a mostly-dead digestive system. But old habits were hard to shake, and so alcohol was hoarded.
Came in handy sometimes, that was for damn sure.
Jan dug through the cupboard that he'd been stashing it in, pulling out bottles at random. Most of it was the weird shit they made around here, with old school bottles and fancy labels, but some of it had a more familiar look. There was no Budweiser in a place like this, but what he had wasn't a bad alternative. He grinned toothily as he shoved what he'd uncovered out onto one of the tables. Not a fucking bad collection, if Jan was any judge. And with the shady mercenary history behind him that he had, he liked to think he was.
That done, Jan flung himself in an easy sprawl in one of the chairs and sat back to wait. If what he'd seen of the Lyle fucker so far was any indication, he was the kind of dude Jan didn't mind wasting resources on. And this place could use more guys like that.
WHAT: BROMANCE A new employee and some booze and smokes!
WHERE: Junkhouse Ramen
WHEN: After this thread.
It was probably instinct that lead him to hoard alcohol. It wasn't as if Jan had any particular use for it these days -- sure, he could drink it, but it didn't really do much for a mostly-dead digestive system. But old habits were hard to shake, and so alcohol was hoarded.
Came in handy sometimes, that was for damn sure.
Jan dug through the cupboard that he'd been stashing it in, pulling out bottles at random. Most of it was the weird shit they made around here, with old school bottles and fancy labels, but some of it had a more familiar look. There was no Budweiser in a place like this, but what he had wasn't a bad alternative. He grinned toothily as he shoved what he'd uncovered out onto one of the tables. Not a fucking bad collection, if Jan was any judge. And with the shady mercenary history behind him that he had, he liked to think he was.
That done, Jan flung himself in an easy sprawl in one of the chairs and sat back to wait. If what he'd seen of the Lyle fucker so far was any indication, he was the kind of dude Jan didn't mind wasting resources on. And this place could use more guys like that.