[I'm sticking with you, cuz I'm made out of glue]

[revolietionary]

[Ocelot was on the prowl. He was searching for evidence that this "nexus" might be run by an external agency from the outside. While he was more than aware of the fact he had brought an end to The Philosophers, that didn't mean they hadn't anticipated their end. This entire ordeal may have been set in motion prior to his own defection, preparing

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[volginswaifu]

[What's this--expensive drinks and a buffet? Well, Ivan will just be helping himself to a few bottles and several plates of food.]

[butthurtsleeper]

[Tobias hasn't noticed Raikov or anyone else yet, really; he's too busy eying a rather expensive bottle of red wine behind the counter.]

[The disguised agent is rather surprised by the selection here; in the "real world" some of these bottles would set you back nearly $1000....]

[Reaching over the bar, he goes to grab himself a bottle and glass]

[volginswaifu]

[Oh, but Raikov noticed Toby; at least in between mouthfuls and swigs of alcohol. And for perhaps the first time in the Soviet's life, he finds something more important to satisfy than his hunger--his suspicions.]

[Ivan grabs the largest plate and bottle, making a beeline for the other man.]

Tobias~ I haven't seen you in a while.

[butthurtsleeper]

-! [Tobias, spastic and nervous as ever, fumbles with the bottle in his hand for a moment before mistakenly dropping it to the floor. The glass breaks; and the rather expensive wine is soon a mere puddle on the floor.]

O-oh man...

[aheavysmoker]

[A rarely-seen hermit appears!]

[She's already seated at a table; her favorite Stinger cocktail placed next to a stack of work papers. The workaholic barely pays attention to anyone else; too absorbed in her notes to take notice.]

[seethingrage]

[John wanders straight into the room and up to the bar. His goal is to get a shot or two of whiskey. While he's there, he glances to the left at the photo hanging on the wall.]

...

[oldbeast]

[Snake remembers this Big Boss. Their last encounter hadn't gone particularly smoothly, but that was to be expected.]

[He takes a seat at the bar, leaving a space between himself and the younger man as he pulls out a bottle of whiskey from over the bar.]

[seethingrage]

[He shoots the old man a look.]

What's so funny?

[Then he eyes that whiskey. No way he will just let Snake have it, so he reaches for it as well in an attempt to snatch it from him.]

[oldbeast]

Hey-

[Snake grunts when the other man tries to pull the whiskey from his hands.]

[queenofbfg]

[Fortune slumps against the bar as she sits on a stool; moping angstily as always]

I'm sorry, I like writing ;_;

[musthatefrogs]

[Things have been on the downturn for Volgin.

For one, he now had a bad leg. And he had a reputation to manage. And that reputation for his cruel ferocity could not quite be maintained if he stood around, looking feeble on crutches. He knew enough that he could be terrifying in the tension of absence, which allowed him ample time to recover undisturbed and not have anyone else get the idea that he would be foolishly spelunking into any more tight spaces. Or let Ocelot triumph in some form again. Or mull over love lost and betrayal, right until his leg was snapped into a waiting bear trap.

Bad things came in threes, they say. Right?

The aging Soviet monster had been sauntering into his usual hole for exotic liquor, rarity and that it was free alone enough to risk being seeing hobbling downstairs, but today... today there were people here. In his formerly newfound sanctuary for interesting drink. He was hoping the commotion would have been coming from another room, but no, it was the exotic drink room. He was going to be seen

I like people who like writing! <3

[queenfobfg]

[*Mope mope mope*--]

[queenfobfg]

-? [Hm?]

[Isn't that the man she met before? The one who actually almost succeeded in hurting Helena?]

[Momentarily distracted from her somber thoughts, the woman rests her head in one hand as she continues to sit; watching the large soldier hobble.]

You look like hell. [Merely an observation!]

[still_a_rookie]

[Snake didn't care how fancy the drinks are; as long as they had booze in them, he was there.]

[He'll show Liquid he can do good things for himself if it's the last thing he'll do.]