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[just_a_soldier]

What was that song he used to sing? Ninety nine bottles of beer on the wall, Aeryn thought, couldn't be sure. Memories were all jumbled in her head, the effect of Milliways and far too much alcohol. Well, whatever it was, it seemed very appropriate now

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[i_heart_winona]

He had been in his room, on that hallway, rummaging through a drawer, trying to find something somewhere.

Her voice caught his attention, and he paused, hands buried in his clothes, listening through the thin wall and slightly opened door.

[just_a_soldier]

"Ninety nine bottles of dren. You drink one down..." What was the line...what was the line?

Where was the line, how did you draw it -- No, the song. Ah, that was it:

"Blow the whole frelling thing to dust and then everyone is dead." She laughed, hysterically; a joke that had ceased to be funny.

[i_heart_winona]

He chewed on his lip, moving to the door and pushed it open to glance at Aeryn as she made her way down the hall, and called after her. "Take one down, pass it around, ninety eight bottles of beer on the wall."

He gave her a look. "You're drunk."

[just_a_soldier]

"Well spotted." She turned to greet the speaker, swaying slightly in her movement. If he hadn't been too dead to see how drunk she was on Valldon, he'd notice that it was a lot less than this.

"I was looking for you."