Liquid → 011

[hunt_jackals]

Who:  Liquid Snake and Solid Snake
Where:  Liquid's apartment in the Industrial District
Style:  Either
Status:  Closed
Notes:  Backdated to 12/24

It was December twenty-fourth.  To most people, that date meant nothing more than that it was Christmas eve and there would be plenty of presents to open up tomorrow morning given by, depending on your age

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[hunt_jackals]

Despite the promising answer, Liquid wasn't entirely sure if Snake would actually take him up on his offer-- there was still plenty of bad blood between them that was hard to ignore. For today, though, he was willing to forget about the hatred between them in favor of getting ridiculously, stupidly drunk.

He opened the door when Snake knocked, then stepped aside to let him through.

"Come on in."

He had been drinking in the living room, on the couch; there were a variety of bottles lined up on the coffee table, one after another. He'd already been getting into the whiskey, but there were plenty other kinds of alcohol for Snake to choose from. There was even some beer in the fridge if the other soldier's tastes ran that way-- Guinness, in bottles. Even when trying to get drunk, Liquid refused to allow American beer into his house.

"What's your poison?"

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Liquid nodded and fixed his brother a glass of whiskey on the rocks; he was still sober enough to use a glass, though that had a good probability of changing later that night.

"I'd rather not get any, if it's all the same to you."

The less reminders that it was his birthday, the better.

He took his seat on the couch again and put his heels up on the coffee table; there was a space on it that was clear of bottles just for that purpose. He picked up his own glass and gestured to the space next to him, indicating that he could take a seat if he liked.