Twenty-Fifth Mission [AUDIO]

[shadesofeco]

[Quiet, pained voice.]

Torn I am never ... ever going drinking with you again.

Ever.

[A slight groan and a pause.]

If I did anything embarrassing last night ... don't tell me.

Comments

[psychoticracer]

Boy can't keep up with the men, can he.

[shadesofeco]

Shuddup, Erol.

[psychoticracer]

Oh right, sorry. You must have a dreadful headache~

[He doesn't feel so hot himself, but making Jak miserable always makes him feel better]

[shadesofeco]

[Oh he's SO glad he can help Erol feel better.]

Nnnngh ... no I don't.

[psychoticracer]

Uh huh.

You're really a terrible liar.

I'd share a hangover cure, but I'm really not sure I can remember any, it's been so long since I needed one.

[shadesofeco]

You really think I'd take a --

[Pause ... deep breath. Never. Fucking. Again.]

-- hangover cure from you?

[psychoticracer]

No, you wouldn't.

Which is part of the reason I'm not trying terribly hard to recall any.

[shadesofeco]

[Gritted teeth.]

Then shut.

Up.

And go.

Away.

[psychoticracer]

Oh, are you certain? I'm sure I could find SOME sort of helpful advice if I keep at it long enough.

[shadesofeco]

Nnnnnnnnnnngh I don't need your advice!

[Ugh okay too loud, enough with the shouting.]

poke poke pooooke

[psychoticracer]

Ah, youth never appreciate the advice of their betters, do they~

he would bite if he could

[shadesofeco]

[Mutter grumble bitch; god Jak hates you so much, Erol.]