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Ah, the sweet, blissful escape of alcohol. No matter what stupid Shawn Spencer said, Stephen was not an alcoholic, he just enjoyed having a drink every now and then. And when there was nothing else to do on the island, well. Drinking was one of the only choices left.
He was in the kitchen with the various amounts of alcohol that he had gotten from Michael Scofield a while back, and was making himself a little something. He had to improvise, of course, because the island sucked and didn't have everything in the world like it should have. And sure, the Winchester had things, but after Stephen had been caught sneaking a few cherries out, he figured he should stay away from the place for a little while.
But with the few cherries, he was able to get some juice, and that mixed with brandy was good enough for the cherry brandy he didn't have. Some gin and a squeezed lemon later and he was almost done. He would call this drink The Colbert Bump, he decided.
Of course, now he just needed something for the soda water... He kneeled at the fridge, shoving things around loudly. Stupid island. How was he supposed to get drunk (although really slowly, if he only stuck to the current drink he was making) when he couldn't even finish things?!
(RP imitates life! \o/ he's in a fairly good mood, so unless he totally hates you, he'll probably share booze.)
He was in the kitchen with the various amounts of alcohol that he had gotten from Michael Scofield a while back, and was making himself a little something. He had to improvise, of course, because the island sucked and didn't have everything in the world like it should have. And sure, the Winchester had things, but after Stephen had been caught sneaking a few cherries out, he figured he should stay away from the place for a little while.
But with the few cherries, he was able to get some juice, and that mixed with brandy was good enough for the cherry brandy he didn't have. Some gin and a squeezed lemon later and he was almost done. He would call this drink The Colbert Bump, he decided.
Of course, now he just needed something for the soda water... He kneeled at the fridge, shoving things around loudly. Stupid island. How was he supposed to get drunk (although really slowly, if he only stuck to the current drink he was making) when he couldn't even finish things?!
(RP imitates life! \o/ he's in a fairly good mood, so unless he totally hates you, he'll probably share booze.)