[OPEN] God bless John Cor
Who: England and YOU \o/
What: Getting drunk at work?
When: RIGHT NOW??
Where: Liquor store
Warnings: England.
Style: [action] is preferred, but any other is fine too.
[The store is empty, as it has been for a while now. England is propped on the counter, sitting on a stool behind it, sighing in what's probably the most boring moment of his day. He's not alone, however-- next to him, on the counter, there is a glass and a bottle of a beverage that resembles whisky (though one can't be too sure about these things).
England doesn't seem to care, though. Just by looking at the bottle and the small deposit on the glass, one can guess he's been at it for a while now, and he's more than just a little warm. He pours himself one other glass, humming a little tune, some lyrics of a song scattered in-between.]
Oooh! ... admiral, a sultan, mmhm~ king...
To his praises we shall always sing...
Look, look... look... what he's done for us... filled us up with cheer...
God bless Charlie Mops... man who invented beer...
[He picks up the glass and sniffs on it.]
Not like it's beer, though... Suppose this one goes out to John Cor, bless the bloke. Cheers...
[He raises the glass in a lonely toast and down it goes.]
What: Getting drunk at work?
When: RIGHT NOW??
Where: Liquor store
Warnings: England.
Style: [action] is preferred, but any other is fine too.
[The store is empty, as it has been for a while now. England is propped on the counter, sitting on a stool behind it, sighing in what's probably the most boring moment of his day. He's not alone, however-- next to him, on the counter, there is a glass and a bottle of a beverage that resembles whisky (though one can't be too sure about these things).
England doesn't seem to care, though. Just by looking at the bottle and the small deposit on the glass, one can guess he's been at it for a while now, and he's more than just a little warm. He pours himself one other glass, humming a little tune, some lyrics of a song scattered in-between.]
Oooh! ... admiral, a sultan, mmhm~ king...
To his praises we shall always sing...
Look, look... look... what he's done for us... filled us up with cheer...
God bless Charlie Mops... man who invented beer...
[He picks up the glass and sniffs on it.]
Not like it's beer, though... Suppose this one goes out to John Cor, bless the bloke. Cheers...
[He raises the glass in a lonely toast and down it goes.]