Break in to the system

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Who: Ashraf al-Mansur and Michael Trinity
When: After this
Where: East side, Michael's place
Rating: PG-13 because Michael exists
Summary: "I need to get you drunk one of these days." Miha proceeds to attempt to do just that.

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Raf trails after, not sure why he's doing this beyond the fact that he doesn't have any strong reason not to.

Tiri's wandering along beside him, telling him this is probably a bad idea, but Raf can ignore him now that Michael can't hear the fox.

"Perhaps we'll find out, but I'm skeptical of some of the possibilities."

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"I'll have the first taste if you're too much of a wimp." He gives him a dismissive wave.

The door to the building is barely still on its hinges, and it creaks in noisy protest when he opens it up. It's a few flights of stairs up and down the hall to where he's set up camp for the time being. Nothing electrical works, so it's a little dark and a bit cold, but no other room is any better, so he settled to get one that gets the most sun.

It's a bit of a mess, too. Well, it's kind of a huge mess. He doesn't have his brother around to tell him to clean, so why should he? His flight suit is thrown over a chair, his helm on a writing desk. Both useless now.

"Welcome to paradise, man."

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"Clearly you're a fifteen-year-old at heart," is all Raf says as he gives the surroundings a clearly dismissive glance.

"But I think I was promised vodka, so I suppose I can look past the surroundings." Raf looks at the flight suit, considering it.

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"Nineteen. I dunno what you're trying to imply about me but I'm pretty sure you're being a wise-ass."

He takes off his coat and tosses it over a chair as well, then finds the bottle of vodka he'd promised. Before handing the bottle over to Raf, he takes a swig of it for himself.

"Almost like birthday cake."