Getting Drunk - OTA
Well, that had been a welcome surprise. After his enjoyable little encounter with Jean and Olivia, Victor had made his way back to the room he shared with Logan only to find that someone had thoughtfully left a couple of bottles of vodka just inside the door. He didn't know how they'd got there, or who had left them, but he sure as hell could do with a drink right now. Shrugging, he picked one up and unscrewed the lid, sniffing it before taking a swig and wincing; whiskey was usually his drink of choice, but any strong spirits would do, even if they did taste like turpentine.
Taking the bottle with him, he wandered into the Mess Hall and threw himself down on one of the chairs in the corner, his feet up on a nearby table as he took another long draught from the bottle. He was already starting to feel considerably warmer, and that wasn't a bad thing. He frowned as he drank again, wondering why things seemed slightly hazy now... and only just realising that, with his powers gone, alcohol would begin to affect him like a normal human. Shit.
Taking the bottle with him, he wandered into the Mess Hall and threw himself down on one of the chairs in the corner, his feet up on a nearby table as he took another long draught from the bottle. He was already starting to feel considerably warmer, and that wasn't a bad thing. He frowned as he drank again, wondering why things seemed slightly hazy now... and only just realising that, with his powers gone, alcohol would begin to affect him like a normal human. Shit.