Happy Birthday, BLU Scout!

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Who: The Team Fortress 2 crew, BLU Scout's family, BLU Scout's friends, and later anyone else who wants to celebrate BLU's boy from Boston's 22nd.
What: The BLU Scout's getting a REAL birthday party, with REAL cake!
Where: 1451 Mitchell Road, aka the BLU Scout's house
When: Friday, 23rd September
Warning: RED Sniper's bringing Scrumpy, enough said

Comments

Scrumpyyyyyy

[bye_to_yer_head]

You actually managed t' nick a bottle 'f this from Demo? Yer braver than I thought.

[ooeeooahah]

Some alcohols are worth it.

[bye_to_yer_head]

You 'aven't met Demo then.

[ooeeooahah]

If I hadn't been able to make a passable sangria in my first month here, I would have arm-wrestled The Captain for a decent vintage. I'm not sure how bone-headed that is compared to... unauthorized requisitioning from a teammate, but if it's North Country cider, it would be worth the effort.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Th' who? I don't 'ave th' slightest clue what you're talkin' about.

[ooeeooahah]

[ Ilsa points through the door to the living room, at the guy in the trench coat bringing in the case of beer and oddly wrapped present. ]

Him. A superhero where he comes from, and could probably snap me like a twig if he wanted. Nice guy, though. Helped me test out the beer sorbet this summer.

[bye_to_yer_head]

How likely is he t' shove a bomb down yer throat and drop kick you off a buildin' though? Because Demo would do that in a heartbeat if someone so much as looked at his Scrumpy.

[ooeeooahah]

... nope, your Demo trumps him. The Captain is more likely to harm someone by accident.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Then why even steal somethin' from him? Sounds loike he'd give it t' you if you asked noicely enough.

Demo is... Well you'd 'ave t' see him t' understand. No words do it justice really.

[ooeeooahah]

I generally trade alcohols with him, actually.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Hn. Not a bad system.

We'll be lucky if we don't all go blind from drinkin' this.

[ooeeooahah]

Right, you two have been going on about this stuff, it can't be that horrible.

[ She grabs a glass from the cabinet. ] Let's try this. [ It's not a big glass, she knows caution around homebrews, especially Cajun moonshine. ]

[bye_to_yer_head]

*There's something resembling a smirk across Sniper's face. And that's saying a lot.*

Your funeral mate.

*He grabs the Scrumpy off the table and pries the cork out, wishing he had his kukri.. and his hat.. and well his everything. As soon as that things open you can smell the alcohol. He pours her glass about half full.*

Bottom's up.

[ooeeooahah]

[ She takes a cautious sip, and though her eyes widen, she doesn't sputter. ]

He got this effect with just fermentation? Or did he get his supply somewhere else?

[bye_to_yer_head]

*It's a full and complex flavor of paint thinner, gasoline and rubbing alcohol.*

Blimey if I know. Some secret 'f his I guess. Th' one I know's cut back, down t' four bottles of this a day.

[ooeeooahah]

[ She cough slightly, ] Amazing that he was able to completely eradicate any trace of apple in this brew. [ Taking another small sip. ] Are you sure he wasn't just drinking random accelerants?