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boldandresolute.livejournal.com) wrote in route_10652010-07-14 02:35 am
it's the perfect storm in a tea cup
Who: Liquid Snake, Hal Emmerich and Heather Mason
Where: Violet City
When: Immediately after everyone gets released from Sprout Tower
Summary: Heather and Liquid are totally up to something, guys
Rating: Let's just say PG-13 for this one
[Liquid was finally out of that god-forsaken tower. He couldn't be more pleased to see the outside of four walls again.]
[Sadly enough, his search for quality booze amongst the monks was completely useless-- they didn't have a drop on them. Not even a flask or a bottle of American beer. It simply went to show just how much Liquid needed a drink when he was prepared to drink American beer. But he was nothing if not determined, and when he wanted a drink, he was going to damn well get one, even if it killed him.]
[So, while he'd been in there, he'd been busy. When he came out, it was with a very odd-looking contraption in his arms and a smirk on his face. Heather said she was going to meet him when he got out, and he had kept good on his promise to her. There would be booze-- cheap, homemade moonshine that might possibly destroy internal organs, peel paint, or cause blindness. Possibly all three at once. God only knew what it tasted like, but when the entire world seemed to be teetotaling it, then he would have to resort to this.]
[What we had here was a man who really needed a drink.]
Where: Violet City
When: Immediately after everyone gets released from Sprout Tower
Summary: Heather and Liquid are totally up to something, guys
Rating: Let's just say PG-13 for this one
[Liquid was finally out of that god-forsaken tower. He couldn't be more pleased to see the outside of four walls again.]
[Sadly enough, his search for quality booze amongst the monks was completely useless-- they didn't have a drop on them. Not even a flask or a bottle of American beer. It simply went to show just how much Liquid needed a drink when he was prepared to drink American beer. But he was nothing if not determined, and when he wanted a drink, he was going to damn well get one, even if it killed him.]
[So, while he'd been in there, he'd been busy. When he came out, it was with a very odd-looking contraption in his arms and a smirk on his face. Heather said she was going to meet him when he got out, and he had kept good on his promise to her. There would be booze-- cheap, homemade moonshine that might possibly destroy internal organs, peel paint, or cause blindness. Possibly all three at once. God only knew what it tasted like, but when the entire world seemed to be teetotaling it, then he would have to resort to this.]
[What we had here was a man who really needed a drink.]