Tenth Rocket Jump

[unlessitsafarm]

-Ladies and gentlemen, this is 849 Goldberg Street. And for those of you who are not already familiar with it, THIS is the home of the Soldier.

He is drunk. And so is muffled_noises. And they have pots on their heads.

What are they doing with pots on their heads? They are ramming each other.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is 849 Goldberg Street. And this is not unusual.-

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[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*!!

He stumbles, but doesn't fall over.*

Hey! I'm drunk! I'm sorry!

[thenorthernwall]

[OLIVIER USES SNEER!]

No. Excuse. Be respectful!

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*He looks like a scolded, drunk puppy.*

...Sorry.

[thenorthernwall]

Hn. [She crosses her arms, still holding the pot in her hand. In fact, she twirls it a bit.] He should be fine once his nose stops bleeding.

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

-Soldier is... suddenly laughing. Loudly.-

[thenorthernwall]

[She rounds on him!] What?

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

YOU are the woman he's been so hung up about?!

[thenorthernwall]

Yes, I am. [And looking down her nose at you, Soldier. Though Pyro saying or doing anything about it is news to her!] What of it?

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

Well if you can put me down in one, I am DAMN PROUD to have you associated with Reliable Excavation and Demolition, by god!

[thenorthernwall]

[.........Is he serious?]

It wasn't that hard. You're too drunk to react at all. [And now she is ALL SMILES, about half of them directed over at Pyro.]

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*Pyro just grins and wobbles a little on his feet.*

This isn't much different than normal.

[unless-itsafarm.livejournal.com]

-Still laughing. And snorting blood from his nose.-

[thenorthernwall]

This explains a lot.