Comments | sirenspull_logs: D Day B Day... Day After

fancy_shooting in sirenspull_logs

D Day B Day... Day After

Jun 08, 2010 11:51

Who: Ocelot (fancy_shooting) and Big Boss (heavendivided)
When: June 7
Where: BB's place
Summary: belated birthday party
Warnings: none yet

( Looks pretty good for 66. )

ocelot, big boss

Comments 8

heavendivided June 9 2010, 08:34:31 UTC

He hadn't slept much at all and was intensely stressed from the events that took place just a few hours ago, but Big Boss tried his best not to let it show. And if it showed, he'd made sure that it didn't bother him, because he could function in any situation, no matter how tired he was ( ... )

fancy_shooting June 9 2010, 16:28:39 UTC

"John." The response came quick and automatic, belatedly noting with a pleased smirk the way his Russian name was used instead of his common American nickname ( ... )

heavendivided June 9 2010, 21:34:56 UTC

"Business, huh..."

What kind of business, he wondered. With Ocelot, you could never be too sure, though Jack kind of suspected that whether or not he had been referring to that, he owed Ocelot a nice birthday fuck. He wasn't really in the mood -- not because of Ocelot, but because a thousand other things were on his mind -- but he'd manage, somehow. It was really the least he could do to make up for missing his birthday, and he needed to keep the man close in some ways at least. It just was a bad time. Snake still hadn't woken up, either, and now with Liquid around...oh, and the thing with Edgeworth and Light, of course. Can't forget about that ( ... )

fancy_shooting June 10 2010, 00:07:13 UTC

"What's on my mind?" Ocelot's smirk sharpened as he held back a laugh. He considered telling Big Boss about how much fun he thought his sons were, but he didn't want to push any sore buttons with the man... what with the drama over involuntary cloning and all, even if Big Boss seemed to be warming up to at least one of them. "...You know I never share that, John."

Ocelot lifted a glass to the opened bottle, eager to try it.

He was silent for a moment as he pondered what to say that wasn't business. He wasn't used to idle conversation without hidden intentions.

"Yesterday wasn't too bad. Sam got me a cake, Liquid gave me a good fight..." he grinned and lightly tapped one of the bruises on his face. "I'm going to get an exorcist or something next week to settle the distracting spiritual chatter. Strange guy, but I'll see what he can do."

heavendivided June 10 2010, 20:35:25 UTC

"Explains the bruises," Big Boss mused, "Sure you can handle him?"

Of course he could handle him, Ocelot hardly ever failed him, but he simply wanted to express concern beyond, well, that business thing. It was always about business, and usually he preferred that, but it was important to care about people, too. Otherwise, how was he supposed to work with them?

He began to pour some of the expensive liquor into both of the glasses. First Ocelots, then his own.

"An exorcist...I didn't know it was that bad for you. Speaking of ghosts, well, I already asked you, but you sure you haven't noticed anything strange or out of place recently? It's probably just my imagination, but I can't help it. Or maybe I'm really starting to go crazy."

A sigh, and he set the bottle down, instead reaching behind him into one of his pockets and producing a small sheath with a knife in it. He put it on the table and shoved it over to Ocelots side.

"Here," he said. "Don't think you have one yet."

fancy_shooting June 11 2010, 12:18:46 UTC

"You know I can handle him. I was just giving James something to do besides let the monsters eat him. You know how his kind are... soldiers... always wanting a fight. I think he appreciated it." By 'soldiers' he meant 'snakes', but again, he didn't want to press the cloning business at the start of the drinking date.

He lifted the glass and began drinking it, taking his time to enjoy the quality. He showed his appreciation with a small pleased hum, then finally put the glass down when the knife was pushed forward.

"Hm? I already have a-- oh," Ocelot quickly realized it wasn't a normal knife when he saw the handle. He grinned. "A stun knife?" He took it from the sheath, activating the stun and watching a bright line of bluish-white charge crawl up the blade. "Haha... nice. Thanks, John. I'll be sure to get good use out of it ( ... )

heavendivided June 12 2010, 12:36:40 UTC

"Don't mention it." Big Boss noticed Ocelot's gesture, and topped off his glass. Usually, he worked as a bartender for Sam -- quite the unusual job for someone like Ocelot, but he was adaptable -- though tonight, Jack would take over for him, at least as long as they were here. And if he knew how to serve anything besides bullets and fists, it was booze ( ... )