Jul 12, 2010 23:40
[Yeah, he's out of the brig. The flowers are still on his head. But that doesn't bother him. He's kind of worried about that girl he helped earlier. What's happened to her? He wants to ask, but like hell if he will.]
...Fuck this shit.
[Click! He's in Sergei's and drinking like a boss. Who'da figured that?]
go away,
where the booze at,
kind of like a hero or something,
i don't like being not drunk,
he's trying to be nice,
about as deep as a mud puddle,
professional drunk,
hancock fails at being social,
the hell i'm on a boat for?
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Nice flowers, bro.
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You like followin' me around, don't you Matches?
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Call it a hobby, kid.
[He gently prods one of Hancock's flowers.]
Don't they ever shut up? I mean... they're so cheerful, like they popped right out of a preschool naptime storybook.
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[Though to answer Hades's question, he lifts the bottle. Peach vodka. Yum. and taps the neck of the bottle against his head.]
Works every time.
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You're sure tearing through that bottle. That your average pace or did you have a particularly bad day?
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Nah it was pretty normal.
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May I ask what your embittered broadcast over the networks was about, then? Sounded like something serious had happened. You okay?
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Those're quite some ornaments y'got there.
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[He recognizes the voice. Since Silver gave him food, he won't be that much of an asshole to him.]
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Aye, I c'n see why y'might be thinkin' so. [he quirks an eyebrow upwards in amusement] How's the food down there 'n that brig?
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[Sorry, Link he's not that nice. Especially when people are STARING at him.]
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