" Well then let's get the hell out of dodge. I Need a Freaking Drink."
Your legacy shall drift away, blown into eternity, like the sands of the desert.Thirty minutes later...
"This is Vana Two-Oh-Seven Squadron. Blips show you're friendly. Report?"
"This is Mjölnir Oh-Eight. Fresh from Midgar city."
"Excellent. Congrats on making it. You look like you got beat to shit though. Come on, we're headed to Azul. Some friends and drinks will do you well."
edited 5th Jun '11 6:35:38 PM by Fauxlosophe
" Thank god." Calvin said with a sigh of relief. " Ran into a Round out there. The Green Knight. That fucker's like a freight train. Tore my baby right up, him and his wingmen did. Gonna need some serious repairs, all across the board. And those drinks you mentioned."
Your legacy shall drift away, blown into eternity, like the sands of the desert.Lilith breathed a sigh of relief as the group reached safety, thankful to see another day pass in this godforsaken place.
"Didn't you say the local brew tastes like bat's piss?" Lilith asked, her mind switching back into Escapism mode. "I mean, I can't say anything about the women, but when it comes to alcohol, I'll take Earth over this hellhole any day."
I am become Death, Destroyer of Miniputts.February 15th, 2999. 4 PM GMT.
"I've been to Lagrange," Yasan shrugged as he emerged from the cockpit at the base, "Earth beer is piss water. Though, I suppose you would have a preference for what you can handle."
"Come on. We've got Three Hours Leave," Yasan said, counting his change, "And the first round is on me."
edited 7th Jun '11 12:24:21 AM by Fauxlosophe
"What I can handle?" Lilith laughed, stretching her arms out, "Ha! I could probably drink you under the table three times over in three hours! You wanna put some money on that statement?"
I am become Death, Destroyer of Miniputts."It wasn't worth it the last few times, so why should this time be any different? Then again, I'm pretty sure Calvin was spiking my drink those days... Anyway, how about we make things interesting then, huh? If you can find any imported Earth brews, you drink that, and I'll drink whatever crap you have here, and we'll see who goes down first."
I am become Death, Destroyer of Miniputts."You're on. But it's hardly competition. You've got Earth beer. We have the Vodka of Midgar. The Jotun Slayer. If you're feeling something from a bit further out; Muspel. Those bastards know how to brew. We drink that shit when we want to forget the last year of our lives."
edited 8th Jun '11 10:47:35 PM by Fauxlosophe
"Then we'll throw that in, too! It'll be a test to see who can hold their alcohol and their bladder! First person to pass out or go to the bathroom wins! I-I mean loses!" This was utterly laughable. To discuss such a thing in the middle of nearly getting murdered by the enemy... Ridiculous.
edited 9th Jun '11 12:00:22 AM by RenaTheArchmage
I am become Death, Destroyer of Miniputts." Then let's get our asses to the bar!" Calvin said, eager to drown out Kara's loss in potent alcohol. Sure, he'd known her for only a day, but Calvin always lamented the loss of another potential bunkmate. " If I'm passed out by the time you two finish your drinking tell me who won."
Your legacy shall drift away, blown into eternity, like the sands of the desert.

Calvin stroked his chin. " I'll give them a chance." He said.
Unless Kiera has something better for me to do... I hope that dinner goes somewhere.
" And that dinner is still on, Kiera. I just like having...options."
A thought struck his mind. " Wait, did anybody pick up Jaws?"
edited 5th Jun '11 3:51:43 PM by rabbitRider
Your legacy shall drift away, blown into eternity, like the sands of the desert.