Post by Tovarisch Khrushchev on May 11, 2008 20:53:24 GMT -5
Ivan props his back against the wall, sighing heavily as he watches the strange man and his rugby ball fall to the floor. "Same old Malton."
"About that drink..." Tovarisch says, shakily lifting himself out of the cellar.
"Oh shut it brother!" Ivan shouts, smacking his brother in the head with a first aid kit. "You have a bag full of that poison right here. Drink til your liver fails, but I can't guarantee I can find you a new one again."
Tovarisch hoists a bottle of C4NT Premium distilled vodka, Ridleybank brand, from his medicine bag, and drinks heavily from the bottle. "The boss was always one for scotch, but I prefer..." he takes another swig. "...vodka!"
"You damn drunk." Ivan says with a sigh, lightly kicking his brother in the side. "I'm gonna go tend to that jump victim. You play nice Tovarisch."
Tovarisch shrugs, taking another swig from the bottle, and turns to Magatsu. "Hey you, bomb boy. I met you at the Elbow Room yes? Those days are a bit hazy to me, what with being drunk or zombie for half of it, but I don't forget a face like that." Tovarisch cringes. "How much of that jerky ya got?"
"About that drink..." Tovarisch says, shakily lifting himself out of the cellar.
"Oh shut it brother!" Ivan shouts, smacking his brother in the head with a first aid kit. "You have a bag full of that poison right here. Drink til your liver fails, but I can't guarantee I can find you a new one again."
Tovarisch hoists a bottle of C4NT Premium distilled vodka, Ridleybank brand, from his medicine bag, and drinks heavily from the bottle. "The boss was always one for scotch, but I prefer..." he takes another swig. "...vodka!"
"You damn drunk." Ivan says with a sigh, lightly kicking his brother in the side. "I'm gonna go tend to that jump victim. You play nice Tovarisch."
Tovarisch shrugs, taking another swig from the bottle, and turns to Magatsu. "Hey you, bomb boy. I met you at the Elbow Room yes? Those days are a bit hazy to me, what with being drunk or zombie for half of it, but I don't forget a face like that." Tovarisch cringes. "How much of that jerky ya got?"