Presidential Inebriation

[burningprez]

[One would expect the President to be exploring the Seattle colony with every bit of the same enthusiasm as he did in Old Seattle back on Earth. However he was nowhere to be seen.]

Nother drink! No I havn't had ehougsh! I'mma sheh preshident of sheh Unistherd shtates of Neo America!!

[Scratch that. Michael was in the Bar, getting sloshed off his

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[fermionprincess]

[Alessandra walks in, after a case of getting lost and finally finding her direction.

And she immediately notices the devestation.]

Ahh! What is this supply-related disaster! Truly, a cursed day!

[burningprez]

[And Michael has been obscured from view by the bottles which contents he had slaughtered. Truly it was a flawless victory for drinkers everywhere.]

[fermionprincess]

Whomever caused this will find their circumstances most dire! That I swear.

[Detective Alessandra, go. Which means she is scouting around, but by some anti-miracle avoiding the pile of bottles and the president behind it.]

[burningprez]

[That or Michael's PRESIDENCY has somehow made itself into a perception filter of sorts, making Alessandra look EVERYWHERE but at him.]

mlrghl.. nother drink plesh..

[a_human_work]

[Having finally found the semi-mythical bar full of probably dangerous, experimental substances Michelle just had to go in and at least have a look around. That's when she notices one very drunk elected official.]

Just how much did you drink? [She looked over the forest of bottles.] How are you even alive?

[Had the Neo Americans elected an android or something?]

[burningprez]

[Michael gives Michelle a thumbs up.]

Not enough... shtill...jusht a bit shober...

[He promptly takes a slug of bourbon.]

And sheh osher shing? Yearsh of practish.

[a_human_work]

So basically the president is an alcoholic...

[She studied the bottles, trying to see just how bad it really was, she was pretty sure human bodies couldn't withstand drinking like that for long.]

Why are you even trying to ruin the owner of the bar?

[burningprez]

Eh...just figured...coul.. ush a drink..yeah..

[Notice that every single bottle of Vodka was untouched, yet all other forms of alcohol have been ransacked. There was something odd going on here.]

[reach_for_self]

Whatever it is, Mr. President, I'm pretty sure you've had enough.

[And here Michael'd asked Gregory to play wingman for him. And at this point he could tell that Michael was fucking plastered.]

[burningprez]

HAH! Shis ish noshing! Should've sheen mah inogarashan party..

[Michael shook his head rapidly then fell off his chair... somehow he didn't even look worse for wear before he struggled to climb back onto it.]

Heh..Richard 'ad shehh besht joke... can't remmembr what it wash...just remembred wash funneh.....

[reach_for_self]

[Ah, that's right. Richard was his running mate and no doubt probably a good friend of his.]

Well needless to say, I doubt you're going to remember after killing off another few thousand braincells.

Did you even pay the bartender yet or am I going to have to pick up the tab? Again.

[burningprez]

[Michael seems to have fell off his chair and into an Alcoholic stupor. He's definitely breathing though. So the alcohol did NOT kill him.... either way though it may look like Gregory may have to pick up the tab. AGAIN.]

[zetahatsudo]

[Holy hell-!]

Mr. President? What are you-? [Dear god, how many has he had by now?]

[burningprez]

Eeeh! Kamille right? C'mon... coul' use summun ta drink wish..

[He attempts to pat the seat next to him before falling off his own.]

ooF! Shummon better check shis thing! Fell off it five timsh... think itsh leanin or shomethin...

[zetahatsudo]

[Good lord, he's drunk off his ass, literally!] Sir, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be, I dunno, looking around Seattle Colony? Maybe visit the Space Space Needle? [Strange name, that.]

[burningprez]

Ehhh..I can do that any day... but when can I getsh sheh chance to drink till I cansh feel shings no more shince Adette figgered Reshnick wash better for er..

[A drunken laugh, a little sad... but Michael was working it off... despite the enormity of what was said.]

shaid... shaid she needed ta pay sheh guy wif 'er body fer freein Siberia.

[He shakes his head.]

Know better sho'... I didn' love 'er nuff or shomethin'.. dunno. bein presiden'...is 'ard work... tough fer a relashunship...

[He waves a bottle in his hand in the air as if it was a baton.]

[not_the_deer]

Holy crap! What if Hixar takes a picture of you in this state, mr president?

[burningprez]

Shen 'e cn put it up shomewaer... no' like ish th' mosht embarasshin' thin thash happened tho me

[not_the_deer]

You're not going to die from alcohol poisoning, right? I heard mixing different alcohols can have really bad results!

[burningprez]

'Ve had YEARSH of practish! Shides! Shis ish a drop in sheh bucket fer me!