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man_nav_naudas in lolocracy

Thirty-six Bottles of Beer on the Floor.

May 31, 2010 22:39

WHO: Aussie bloke and Latvian lad
WHEN: June the first
WHERE: Apartment 403, Centralia Complex
WHAT: Ages ago, a promise was made. Hours ago, that promise was broken. It's time for a drink, mates.
RATING: D for drinking, despair and drunken endeavors

( Take one down and toss it around- )

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Dat Icon brawldownunder June 1 2010, 21:24:59 UTC

Logan walked out the liquor store with a six pack in hand and headed home...on foot. He was never going to forgive Vash until his boot met the bastards face and he shed blood of forgiveness. He was of course plenty worried about him and the other two passengers but seeing as how he hadn't heard of any recent tragic deaths due to a horrible car crash, he was sure they were fine. Maybe scratched up a bit but nothing they couldn't walk off.

His car on the other hand was a whole different case. It couldn't just walk off those scratches, it was beat up, falling apart and dying. Logan was planning to mourn for it's loss the only way he knew how; drowning himself in the sweet amber fluid. But misery loves company and drowning's always fun with another person so Logan was glad to be getting home to a good roomie and great friend to share this night with ( ... )

There's more where that came from, Bb. man_nav_naudas June 2 2010, 01:35:57 UTC

"Evening, Logan ( ... )

I expect much moe moe kyun kyun from the latvian brawldownunder June 5 2010, 19:18:52 UTC

"Don't worry about me mate! But meeting halfway sounds good..." Logan's smile softened and he brought up a hand to rest on top of Raivis's head, just to feel the boy, but then he dragged him into a tight hug. With their position on the couch, Logan only used one arm to wrap around the boy as the other ruffled the smaller male's hair.

"I missed that innocent mug o'yers!" He stopped harassing the boy to grab another beer then let his arm just lazily rest around Raivis's shoulders. "Yer the one I want to be with when drownin' away my sorrows, mate. Now let's get rotten." He took another long swig of his beer, his whole body relaxing as the liquid toxin filled his stomach.

You betta' believe it~ man_nav_naudas June 6 2010, 01:03:06 UTC

No need for suggestion; as Logan lifted his bottle, so too did Raivis lift his own, downing it with far more relentless enthusiasm than he had mere moments before. His roommate's vivacity was infectious, it always had been, but there was only the dark hours of the night to match Centralia's drunkard beer for beer and brief, half-lidded glances to the clock declared that those distant dawn lit hours were in fact entirely too close. Not enough time. Not enough in all the world for the amount that he wanted to spend mending the fraying nerves he'd all but shot to hell ( ... )

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