Did somebody say booze? (incomplete, CLOSED for srz)

[kagebure]

Characters: Falco, Shadow, Sneasel, Duon, Charmeleon (CLOSED NOW)
What: Drunk-time-fun!
Where: A commons room of SBG (preferably one that doesn't get frequented too often)
When: Monday, June 30 (late night, near midnight)
Rating: PG-13? Alcohol consumption, possible mature language

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[ore_wa_soumen]

Falco arrived back on campus with two six packs of beer; perhaps twelve was a bit much, but hey, it was good for just in case more people dropped by. And besides, even if they didn't drink them all in one night, at least he wouldn't have to go out on another beer run until he ran out again.

There, he made it back undetected yet again. Oh yeah, he was so good at this! He grinned proudly even though there wasn't anyone around to witness his sheer awesomeness.

... Or at least, there hadn't been until had reached the only common room with the light still on.

"Yo," he greeted the hedgehog before setting down the six packs on the coffee table and plopping himself onto the couch. He took two cans off the plastic rings and tossed one over to the other male. "Y'sound like ya need someone to talk ta." Not that he was really a good listener or anything, but hey-misery loves company, doesn't it?

[kagebure]

Shadow caught the can with one hand, and put it in his lap for the time being. No turning back now. He'd get this off his chest, one way or another.

"Everyone needs to let off some steam sometimes." He shrugged. "You've been going through a lot of... circumstances, yourself lately." He lifted his beer and gestured vaguely in Falco's direction. "You sure you don't mind me having...?"

[ore_wa_soumen]

Falco waved it as an okay off before popping open his own can. "Nah, 's cool," he replied. He took a swig of beer, "It's been fine fer me lately, for the most part. 'S nothin' to worry about."

Which was true, really, aside from his best friend not wanting to see him for a while and his boyfriend having to go on a 'business trip.'

Falco took another drink. "You," he pointed, can still in hand, "on the other hand, look like ya have an actual problem. So what's up?"

[pinkfeatherpunk]

Sneasel made his way down the hallways and toward the commons where he had been told to go if he wanted to have a taste of beer.

He had only been in this school for about a week and already he felt he needed something to cool his mind. Too much shit was buzzing around up there, it got to the point where he couldn't here himself think... And what that new teacher, the Lt. Surge guy, had said to him hadn't helped at all.

Yes, a beer would be quite lovely right now.

He walked into the commons and gave a small wave to the two who were already inside.

"Hey guys, hope I'm not interrupting anything..."

((sorry for the trouble guys, thanks for letting me join in.))

[kagebure]

((no worries lol))

Shadow nodded curtly to the newcomer, used his can once more to gesture at a couch for Sneasel to sit on, and finally cracked his open. He took a quick gulp without hesitating: bitter, cold, and jarring. But he could at least keep it down. Not bad for his first time drinking.

He turned his attention back to Falco. "I guess you could say that I've got... a lot of things on my mind these days. It's a long story, really; probably wouldn't make for great conversation."

I don't even know how much of it is true... but I can't believe Espio would have just given me random bullshit just like that. I can't.

Shadow took another sip of his beer, savouring the new experience. "A long story..."

[ore_wa_soumen]

Falco tossed another beer to the pokemon, then finished off his first can. One down, and nine left for drinking. He pulled off another beer for himself. "Pfft," he shrugged before popping open can number two, "neither does mine. But tell me anyway-I have time."

[pinkfeatherpunk]

Sneasel sat down on the couch next to Shadow, but not very close. If it wasn't for the beer then he probably wouldn't even be here.

He caught the beer thrown in his direction and stared down at it for a moment. It had been well over a year since he last had a beer, and his last experience wasn't all too pleasant. At this point, however, he didn't care. He cracked of the can and took a smooth gulp.

He turned his attention toward the other two that where in the room with him. He smiled slightly. Perhaps listening to these two's conversation will help stop the buzzing in his head.

[twofacedmecha]

"Hehehe... It's not been so long, but we're already doing this. You guys really know how to liven things up for me," Duon said, in front of the door. He walked in nonchalantly and went for the beer on the coffee table. Taking a can, he popped it open and started drinking. He's tasted one once or twice. It had an oddly refreshing taste to it. He hasn't really been doing much with his studies, but he did manage to get into a fight with somebody already. It was pathetic, but there are probably stronger people in this school. Duon aimed to scout them out. "But you must have a reason for inviting random people like this," Duon said, almost interested.

[ore_wa_soumen]

"Not in particular," the avian replied, not sounding too interested as he drank his beer and just barely glanced in Duon's direction, enough to at least acknowledge the other's presence. "Why don't'cha sit down?" Maybe they'd get to this guy later...

[blazinglizard]

...Charmeleon was not following Duon.
He preferred the term "gathering field intelligence," even if he didn't really know what that meant. He was a fairly simple guy to understand: Duon had beat him at something, and now Charmeleon would not rest until he'd managed to score some sort of win over that stupid tranny robo-freak thing. That humiliating defeat was not something he'd be repeating anytime soon; he was already doing everything he could to minimize his humiliation. Despite his distaste for clothing and his issues adjusting to his human form, Charmeleon had remained gijinka. Clothing did a nice job of hiding injuries, after all.

At first, Char thought his roomie sneaking out at night would yield some sort of super-secret weakness. As it turned out, it just yielded booze. ...Well, fine by him. If he handled this tactfully, then... oh, screw it. Charmeleon just strolled in, pointedly ignoring Duon as he glared down the others gathered.

"...Share, and I won't tell anyone."

[ore_wa_soumen]

Huh. Now this was unexpected. "Yo, uh... Charmeleon, right?" Falco tossed a beer at the newcomer. "You got a deal."

[pinkfeatherpunk]

Sneasel gulped down the rest of the beer in his can. He looked over at Charmeleon, his eyes fixated on his tail. He watched the flame burning brightly.

"Hey, uh, do you really think it's a good idea for you to drink? I mean, I'm all for having a good time, but what happens if you blow us all up?"

[blazinglizard]

Charmeleon caught the beer, nodding in thanks to Falco. He remembered the not-Taillow from humanization class... he was alright.

And then Sneasel spoke up. Charmeleon rolled his eyes at the other Pokemon and took a seat, careful to keep his tail from touching anything. "Don't be a retard. The only thing that affects how big this thing burns is how pissed off I am. Only way I'd blow us up is if I dumped the can on my tail. Hell... I don't even think I can breathe fire when I'm all human and shit."

[kagebure]

Shadow stared at the newcomers, and found that he didn't really have much to say to either, despite the threat from Charmeleon. It wasn't his beer-- he'd let Falcon decide what he wanted to do with it.

Responding to Falco's comment, he said, "Well, that guy's got some... pretty interesting skills, you could say. He gave me a hand figuring out some stuff about my past... it looks like the source is pretty solid... and... that's the problem." Shadow hung his head, feeling the confusion of earlier that day returning to him. "It just doesn't make any sense."

He raised his eyes grimly at Falco again. "Supposedly, I'm some kind of creation-- some kind of genetics experiment. Supposedly, I wasn't born at all, I haven't even been alive longer than a handful of years." He thought back to the tag that had been liberally attached to much of the data in the memory card: The Ultimate Lifeform."But can this really be true? How the fuck am I supposed to accept something like this?" Shadow knuckled his brow and tried to keep thinking straight, but

[ore_wa_soumen]

Falco looked Shadow over, sharp cerulean eyes taking in every detail. Shadow was right-although he didn't exactly look like someone who could be labeled as normal (at least in his opinion, anyway), he didn't look like something that would've been created at a lab. He shook his head and took another swig.

"That is just crazy," he said, unable to think of any reaction more appropriate than that. He tried to finish the question, unsure of what Shadow meant. "'Be created,' or what...?"

[kagebure]

"How could anyone accept this as their own meaning?" Shadow struggled to make his problem understood. "Everyone has their own life to live... their own path to travel. Everyone has a real future, and a real past. But what about me? If I'm supposed to be... some kind of weapon... then what am I supposed to think of myself? DO with myself?"

It was almost too much to think about. But there was one thing that kept Shadow going at that moment: the fact that we was still capable of telling all this to someone.

"Man, I'm sorry, it's kind of a bizarre situation, didn't mean to give you that much of something to pick at..." Shadow stood slightly shakily and gestured at the remaining beers. "Mind if I have another?"

[ore_wa_soumen]

Okay, that was a bit much for his mind to handle-most of his braincells had been knocked out due to head trauma from Resetti and Powalski-but still, it would've been difficult for anyone to process. Falco calmly sipped his beer before stringing his words together.

"Well... why not just make yer own path? Obviously, ya got your own will," he pointed at Shadow again. "Don't let anyone tie ya down. Make your own future and fuck everything else. Do what makes you happiest."

His own heart rate began quickening; it was like what he had done to Fox a few weeks ago when he chose Leon over him. Even if it had hurt his friendship with Fox, he had been miserable the week of the break up, and now he was the happiest he had ever been in his life.

"S'okay," Falco said, then passed the hedgehog a beer. "Here."