Naw y’aw know I can’t refuse good alcohol, me—da’s a crime, it is. *flops but in a folding chair* Guess we gon’ be heeyuh awh night. *touches the edge of the bottle to Cheshire lips* Wu’z (what’s) de catch?
Who says there has to be a catch in enjoying a good drink with some comrades, huh? [/steals bottle back and takes a swig]
[/pulls up a chair and scoots it into their circle, flops down and leans in] I think the catch should be that if yer gonna drink with us, ‘s only fair you give us the story.
I mean, she-yit, I been workin’ with you a few months now an’ the only stuff I know about you is word a’ mouth and everyone knows that don’t count for shit.
Wid a guy like me, it counts fo’ mo’ den yoo might think. *snatches the bottle from McKinnley and tosses his head back, taking a solid drink of the stiff stuff*
Well, Prove ‘em right then. //lightly kicks chair//
[/takes bottle from Stiletto, does another shot] Yeah. And spare no details where needed. An’ no conquest stories, huh?
I tell y’awll as much as I can widdout compromisin’ national security… *chuckles, smile widening in an altogether amiable way*
[/chuckles, voice low, and nudges Cayne’s chair] Lookit this guy. Thinks he’s a top priority at the CI-fuckin’-A. [/friendly]
[/takes the bottle from Cayne, examines it] Y’know what I always found most effective for combating lonliness? I few mouthfuls of beautifully aged scotch whiskey.
This is what y’need right here, friend. [/shoves the bottle over after taking a hearty swig of his own]
Naw y’aw know I can’t refuse good alcohol, me—da’s a crime, it is. *flops but in a folding chair* Guess we gon’ be heeyuh awh night. *touches the edge of the bottle to Cheshire lips* Wu’z (what’s) de catch?
Who says there has to be a catch in enjoying a good drink with some comrades, huh? [/steals bottle back and takes a swig]
[/pulls up a chair and scoots it into their circle, flops down and leans in] I think the catch should be that if yer gonna drink with us, ‘s only fair you give us the story.
I mean, she-yit, I been workin’ with you a few months now an’ the only stuff I know about you is word a’ mouth and everyone knows that don’t count for shit.
Wid a guy like me, it counts fo’ mo’ den yoo might think. *snatches the bottle from McKinnley and tosses his head back, taking a solid drink of the stiff stuff*
Well, Prove ‘em right then. //lightly kicks chair//
[/takes bottle from Stiletto, does another shot] Yeah. And spare no details where needed. An’ no conquest stories, huh?
Uh. The LT had me stow it awhile ago, and I’m pretty sure he forgot about it, so, m’drinkin’ it. [/offers it out to companions]. But I think I understand the feelin’. [/nods at Gabe]
[/takes the bottle from Cayne, examines it] Y’know what I always found most effective for combating lonliness? I few mouthfuls of beautifully aged scotch whiskey.
This is what y’need right here, friend. [/shoves the bottle over after taking a hearty swig of his own]
Naw y’aw know I can’t refuse good alcohol, me—da’s a crime, it is. *flops but in a folding chair* Guess we gon’ be heeyuh awh night. *touches the edge of the bottle to Cheshire lips* Wu’z (what’s) de catch?
Who says there has to be a catch in enjoying a good drink with some comrades, huh? [/steals bottle back and takes a swig]
[/pulls up a chair and scoots it into their circle, flops down and leans in] I think the catch should be that if yer gonna drink with us, ‘s only fair you give us the story.
I mean, she-yit, I been workin’ with you a few months now an’ the only stuff I know about you is word a’ mouth and everyone knows that don’t count for shit.
Wheyuh yoo get dat? *gestures to bottle dangling from Redtail’s fingers before turning attention to his fellow Corpsman* Dey leave me behin’ an’ come back bleedin’—yoo know what dat do to a man. *holding chest like it hurts his heart*
Uh. The LT had me stow it awhile ago, and I’m pretty sure he forgot about it, so, m’drinkin’ it. [/offers it out to companions]. But I think I understand the feelin’. [/nods at Gabe]
[/takes the bottle from Cayne, examines it] Y’know what I always found most effective for combating lonliness? I few mouthfuls of beautifully aged scotch whiskey.
This is what y’need right here, friend. [/shoves the bottle over after taking a hearty swig of his own]
Rodney Atkins || Cleaning This Gun (Come on in Boy)
(Source: shatterevrywindow, via semperfuckingfi)
Why’re we even talkin’ about this? I don’t want you to— well. Any of those things.
No? You sure?
I’d feel better if you wore a bag, thanks.
Yeah? Me too, I think.
’S that so? Then don’t worry, I won’t put you through that ever again.
Just because I can hold my liquor, doesn’t mean a few shots gets me goin’…
I did specify black-out drunk, Steele.
Why’re we even talkin’ about this? I don’t want you to— well. Any of those things.
No? You sure?
I’d feel better if you wore a bag, thanks.
Hey, hey. You never know. Can’t say I’ve ever been pass-out drunk with you before. .
Or even mostly drunk. Since when don’t you farm boys drink? What else you got to do in Bumfuck, Nowhere?
Just because I can hold my liquor, doesn’t mean a few shots gets me goin’…
I did specify black-out drunk, Steele.
Why’re we even talkin’ about this? I don’t want you to— well. Any of those things.
I don’t have a whole lotta proof [/shrugs]Other than I don’t say half of those things ever?
Hey, hey. You never know. Can’t say I’ve ever been pass-out drunk with you before. .
Or even mostly drunk. Since when don’t you farm boys drink? What else you got to do in Bumfuck, Nowhere?
Just because I can hold my liquor, doesn’t mean a few shots gets me goin’…
archangelactual replied to your post: Oh my /god/. Cay. You have to know those weren’t me.I don’t have a whole lotta proof [/shrugs]You don’t believe me?
Other than I don’t say half of those things ever?
