Presidential Inebriation

[burningprez]

[One would expect the President to be exploring the Seattle colony with every bit of the same enthusiasm as he did in Old Seattle back on Earth. However he was nowhere to be seen.]

Nother drink! No I havn't had ehougsh! I'mma sheh preshident of sheh Unistherd shtates of Neo America!!

[Scratch that. Michael was in the Bar, getting sloshed off his

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[fermionprincess]

[Alessandra walks in, after a case of getting lost and finally finding her direction.

And she immediately notices the devestation.]

Ahh! What is this supply-related disaster! Truly, a cursed day!

[burningprez]

[And Michael has been obscured from view by the bottles which contents he had slaughtered. Truly it was a flawless victory for drinkers everywhere.]

[fermionprincess]

Whomever caused this will find their circumstances most dire! That I swear.

[Detective Alessandra, go. Which means she is scouting around, but by some anti-miracle avoiding the pile of bottles and the president behind it.]

[burningprez]

[That or Michael's PRESIDENCY has somehow made itself into a perception filter of sorts, making Alessandra look EVERYWHERE but at him.]

mlrghl.. nother drink plesh..

[fermionprincess]

Could it be? Ghosts?! And drunken ones to that!

No, no - that is a most unscientific explanation!

[But the sound allowed Alessandra to pinpoint the culprit, so...]

Ahah! I knew I would find you, sir...

Sir President?!

[burningprez]

Eyyy! Itsh Prinshess! How'z yeh doin-

*THUMP*

[Yes he fell off the chair. AGAIN.]

I cansh find any more bourbon...'sh there a schecret schtorage or shomethin?

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[fermionprincess]

I believe sir Waylon's hidden cache may be of our interest...

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[fermionprincess]

I mean how do you insist on explaining all of this, sir President? The emptied bottles will not miraculously fill themselves, and I suppose you have had no intention of enriching this establishment's budget in the first place!

[burningprez]

Aw come on prinshesss....ish no' like anyone wash gonna drink thish much...shides from meh...

[fermionprincess]

[Pokes her own breastplate with a finger several times.]

[burningprez]

[FINISHES OFF THE BOTTLE HE HAD LIKE A MAN.]

SHEN GRAB A BOTTLE! I CHALLENSH YOU TO A DRINKIN CONTESHT!

[fermionprincess]

I shall never refuse a fair challenge!

[Looks around.]

But there is barely any beverage left to challenge ourselves with...

[burningprez]

......huh....

[Was now looking around the bottlefield.]

Guessh shere wush lesh here than I thought

[fermionprincess]

Do not worry, sir President! For our last resort is still available.

[Alessandra puts the Luger Special on the table.]

[burningprez]

[Michael was regarding the Luger Special with a look of great interest and puts his glass before the bottle of doom.]

Well what're we waitin fer?

[fermionprincess]

By all means, do the honors sir President.

[Yeah, even Alessandra knows tasting this may be a bad idea.]