ain't got a care in the world, but got plenty of beer

[gotyourbones]

WHO: EVERYONE. Yes, even people who didn't reply to his call. everyone can come
WHAT: MOTHERFUCKING OKTOBERFEST
WHERE: das Haus von den Rittern :l aka 504 Ricardo
WHEN: Thursday Sept. 29 - Saturday Oct. 1 or possibly past that, we'll see
WARNINGS: Medic is not carding. He also doesn't care what substances you bring. Just don't kill anyone.

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Saturday: Totally rotten...

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Welcome to late Saturday night. Someone is missing home, is incredibly uncomfortable being in any social situations let alone two team parties in one week, and someone has laid into the beer and the mead already.

That someone would be BLU Sniper who is in one of the corners of the room on beer number ... well something in the double digits. He lost count. But he's leaning against the wall nursing this last one, fully aware of how much he's going to regret this in the morning.

But that's tomorrow, and this is now. And now Sniper is just gonna chill in his little corner, leaning against the wall because he's pretty sure he's the one that's swaying, not the room. But .. he hasn't ruled out the possibility that it's the room.

Who wants to inform him what a terrible idea this was?*

Oh Snoipah...

[prpl_assistant]

(Oh boy. Trust that he would get smashed. Again. Miss Pauling quickly gets a glass of water and some aspirin pills that she had thought to bring. She approaches the BLU Sniper carefully, unsure how he would take her caring about his well-being.)

Do you want some water and some aspirin pills? You look like you need it.

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He eyes her over the rim of his bottle.*

I'm foine. I know my limits.

*Clearly. He downs what's left in the bottle in one gulp and sets it down on a nearby table.*

See? Last one.

*Except that he completely missed that table by about 4 inches.*

[prpl_assistant]

(Yeap. He needs it.)

Here. You don't want your RED counterpart to see you like this do you? I heard the RED Spy might be around as well.

(She's lying, but given how drunk he is, he probably won't notice.)

[bye_to_yer_head]

Hnnghh? Could still out shoot th' drongo whacker.

*Thankfully he doesn't actually have his gun on him.*

Wait.. what? Where?

*He tries to backpedal, forgetting that he's already pressed into the corner, and succeeds only in cracking the back of his head against the wall. Wincing he rubs his head and blearily looks around for said Spy.*

[prpl_assistant]

Like I said, I just heard that he might be around. I haven't actually seen him...yet.

(She wonders whether she'll have to risk manhandling him to get him to drink the water, like what she did with the Scout.)

[bye_to_yer_head]

Course not. Cloaked bloody coward. Dropkick little show ponys not 'alf as clever as he thinks he is.

*In his drunken haze Sniper has now spotted RED Spy 8 times in various places including on top of cupboards and hanging off a coat rack. Some of that... probably isn't right. He's still aware of himself to realize that he's just seeing things, but he's going to keep watching his surroundings with bloodshot eyes.*

[prpl_assistant]

Whatever it is, you look like you need the aspirin pills, at the very least. It won't kill you to take some, and you'll feel a lot better once you do.

(There's that glass of water and the scary white pills again, Sniper. Better take them before you force Miss Pauling to take drastic actions.)

Feel free to manhandle him. She can probably take him...

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He glares at her and knocks her hand with the pills away.*

Said I was foine. Not on duty roight now, I can hit th' turps if I feel loike it. I don't 'ave to drive home neither.

Ah ha ha! This IS the woman who can actually carry the Eyelander.

[prpl_assistant]

(Oh, you've done it now Sniper. There's a dangerous look in her eye as she calmly sets the water and the pills on the table. What is up with men and their pride!? She stands in front of the Sniper and actually cracks her knuckles threateningly. Everyone else is a bit too happy drinking around, so she should get away with this.)

This isn't a request, Sniper. Take. The aspirin. Now.

((OOC: Can we have Sniper looking down on her because she's not a fighter? Please?))

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Sniper had been staring across the room, but the sound of her cracking her knuckles brought him back. He looked down at her in disbelief.... then bust into laughter.*

Are you threatenin' me offsider?

[prpl_assistant]

(Alright then Sniper. Have Miss Pauling sucker punch you in the gut. Hopefully that will get him to open his big mouth so she can shove the water and the aspirin pills down his throat.)

i adore you.

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Well. That was unexpected. He doubles over with one arm around his stomach and the other braced against the wall for support so he doesn't fall over. That punch hadn't done good things to his already churning stomach.

She can certainly try and shove pills down his throat but at this point he's just glad he's not throwing up all over Medic's carpeting.*

Thanks. I adore you too!

[prpl_assistant]

(Now that Sniper's slightly preoccupied, she stomps on his foot. Admittedly, ever since she saw Bugs Bunny she was dying to try some cartoon logic. If she was right, he'd open up his mouth for a scream. She's then going to grab his jaw with one hand and keep it open while with the other she grabs the pills and shoves them in his mouth, before she grabs the water and forces it down.)

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He starts to yell something uncomplimentary and impolite at her, which he later would have regretted, when suddenly she's forcing those damn pills down his throat. He tries to push her away, but moving his arm is a mistake and he loses his balance and falls over into a heap on the floor, choking and coughing on the water she forced into him.

It takes him several tries, but he finally gets his hands underneath him and succeeds in getting into something resembling a sitting position, fixing her with the most hate-filled glare he can drunkenly muster.

Too bad he looks a bit like a drowned cat now with water all down the front of his shirt.*

Awkward turtle time!

[prpl_assistant]

(She looks very cross herself. She's gotten water on the front of her shirt as well, and that's just not pleasant. Not the way that it sticks to her...chest. Feel free to stare Sniper, she's not going to notice until you say something.)

That wasn't so difficult, was it? What is with all you men and alcohol? You drink enough to get drunk, and then you refuse to get better until you get hungover the next day! That just simply makes no sense whatsoever.