Bottoms Up [Closed/AO]
Nov 23, 2016 15:53:52 GMT -5
Walkren Dekharr, Li Yingfeng, and 1 more like this
Post by Murat Pasha on Nov 23, 2016 15:53:52 GMT -5
SPECIAL THREAD RULES: As discussed with Walkren Dekharr this is the special AOx2 thread. Not only is this to be adults only, it is also alcohol only. Posts can only be conceived or (ideally) written while intoxicated. Not one or two beers, at the very least we need to hit 'you not should be allowed to drive legally' levels of intoxication. The original drunken text must also be included as a spoiler on each post, and any edits must stay as close as is possible to the previous drunken ramblings as possible.
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Murat sighed as he slid his after-action report into his desk drawer. Spending the entire day compiling records from the various divisions and auditing them against each other had not been how he had envisioned this last week playing out. So many of his compatriots in First were busy helping with the general work that their normal duties had fallen by the wayside, leaving him as the lone man in the Records unit to consolidate the reports coming out of the Seireitei and Rukongai at large related to damages and casualties.
Staring at the large pile of combat reports from Fifth, no doubt riddled with all manner of grandstanding and outright fabrications, Murat put his head in his hands. Unbidden, the voice of Nesim echoed in his head.
"Just take a break. They'll still be there when you get back in tomorrow."
Tomorrow, what an unpleasant thought. He had been alerted by one of the clerks working in the skeleton crew upstairs that someone of rank from Third was going to be coming over to look over Academy data, no doubt to rush along a few graduations and fill in the ranks a bit.
Third had certainly taken its fair share of hits during the attacks, and Murat had been there first hand to witness it. His eye unfocused as he thought back on that day, remembering just how sudden the attack had been. He, with no small amount of assistance, had fended off a Hollow that had somehow breached the defenses of Third, though not without first witnessing that monster brutally murder one of Third's more dutiful medical staff. Cazador. I'll make that fucker pay.
"Yes yes, I'm sure you will. Until then, though, you should really take that break. You've been at this all day."
Pushing up from his desk, Murat shrugged. Nesim was right. None of this was going to go anywhere and the last thing he needed to do was to mess up his numbers due to fatigue. After strolling over to his office door and locking up, Murat made his way through the labyrinth of the Records section. Maybe it had been the sheer lack of personnel, but his unit had been relatively spared from the destruction wrought by the fighting. A few filing cabinets had been knocked over here and there and the occasional window was broken, but it looked as though the invading horde didn't care much for detention records and purchasing receipts.
After reaching his quarters and quickly changing into an older black three piece suit and detaching his eyepiece carefully, Murat freshened his face up a bit before picking out a modest pair of sunglasses and trying them on. Satisfied with his appearance, Murat grabbed a quarter-full bottle of clear liquid from his nightstand. Might as well do a little pre-game before the main event. What's the worst that could happen? Giving it a swirl, he watched as the liquor inside settled down before opening the top and taking a series of deep gulps, polishing off the remainder before slamming it back down. Shuddering ever so slightly as the high proof vodka from the bottle made its way into his system, Murat walked from his room and made his way through the damaged South gate.
Gradually, he passed bar after bar, ignoring his usual haunts. The crowds inside most were as raucous as ever, and he could hear various people inside making not-too-vague statements about exactly what they thought of their supposed protectors. On most other days, Murat would have gladly walked in, joined them in their complaining, and made a night of it. Today, however, he just wasn't feeling up to it.
Deeper and deeper he walked until, at last, he came across a bar he had not been to before, the Moose Lodge. The atmosphere seemed quieter than the others and, though there were certainly plenty of people inside, it seemed the kind of place where a man could actually think to himself.
Scanning the room for the bar, Murat's eye fell upon a man at the bar. He looked vaguely familiar, but Murat couldn't quite place where he had seen him before, no matter how much he wanted to. His short blonde hair had just the right levels of mess and trim and that beard, oh that beard. A man could get lost in that beard. Unbuttoning the first few buttons on his shirt and making sure his chest was on proper display, Murat made his way to the bar with purpose, eyeing an empty stool to the man's right and completely ignoring a small group of women who chuckled and nudged each other as he walked past them.
Taking a seat next to the man and casually looking him over from up close from behind the safety of his sunglasses, Murat liked what he saw even more. Nodding over to the bartender, Murat gestured him over, his hands tracing over the heavily treated wood of the bar as the man behind the counter came closer.
"Gimme a white russian, light on the cream."
"Saving room for some other cream later on tonight?"
Murat grinned at Nesim's joke as the bartender went away to make his drink. Turning his gaze back on the man he was sitting next to, Murat couldn't help shake the feeling that he knew him from somewhere else, but that feeling quickly faded away thanks in no small part to the vodka he had chugged less than an hour prior. Addressing the man, his hand outstretched, Murat smiled broadly.
"Well, hello there. It's my first time here and I was wondering if you might have any recommendations on house specialties."
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WC: 946
Drunk notes/ramblings:
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Murat sighed as he slid his after-action report into his desk drawer. Spending the entire day compiling records from the various divisions and auditing them against each other had not been how he had envisioned this last week playing out. So many of his compatriots in First were busy helping with the general work that their normal duties had fallen by the wayside, leaving him as the lone man in the Records unit to consolidate the reports coming out of the Seireitei and Rukongai at large related to damages and casualties.
Staring at the large pile of combat reports from Fifth, no doubt riddled with all manner of grandstanding and outright fabrications, Murat put his head in his hands. Unbidden, the voice of Nesim echoed in his head.
"Just take a break. They'll still be there when you get back in tomorrow."
Tomorrow, what an unpleasant thought. He had been alerted by one of the clerks working in the skeleton crew upstairs that someone of rank from Third was going to be coming over to look over Academy data, no doubt to rush along a few graduations and fill in the ranks a bit.
Third had certainly taken its fair share of hits during the attacks, and Murat had been there first hand to witness it. His eye unfocused as he thought back on that day, remembering just how sudden the attack had been. He, with no small amount of assistance, had fended off a Hollow that had somehow breached the defenses of Third, though not without first witnessing that monster brutally murder one of Third's more dutiful medical staff. Cazador. I'll make that fucker pay.
"Yes yes, I'm sure you will. Until then, though, you should really take that break. You've been at this all day."
Pushing up from his desk, Murat shrugged. Nesim was right. None of this was going to go anywhere and the last thing he needed to do was to mess up his numbers due to fatigue. After strolling over to his office door and locking up, Murat made his way through the labyrinth of the Records section. Maybe it had been the sheer lack of personnel, but his unit had been relatively spared from the destruction wrought by the fighting. A few filing cabinets had been knocked over here and there and the occasional window was broken, but it looked as though the invading horde didn't care much for detention records and purchasing receipts.
After reaching his quarters and quickly changing into an older black three piece suit and detaching his eyepiece carefully, Murat freshened his face up a bit before picking out a modest pair of sunglasses and trying them on. Satisfied with his appearance, Murat grabbed a quarter-full bottle of clear liquid from his nightstand. Might as well do a little pre-game before the main event. What's the worst that could happen? Giving it a swirl, he watched as the liquor inside settled down before opening the top and taking a series of deep gulps, polishing off the remainder before slamming it back down. Shuddering ever so slightly as the high proof vodka from the bottle made its way into his system, Murat walked from his room and made his way through the damaged South gate.
Gradually, he passed bar after bar, ignoring his usual haunts. The crowds inside most were as raucous as ever, and he could hear various people inside making not-too-vague statements about exactly what they thought of their supposed protectors. On most other days, Murat would have gladly walked in, joined them in their complaining, and made a night of it. Today, however, he just wasn't feeling up to it.
Deeper and deeper he walked until, at last, he came across a bar he had not been to before, the Moose Lodge. The atmosphere seemed quieter than the others and, though there were certainly plenty of people inside, it seemed the kind of place where a man could actually think to himself.
Scanning the room for the bar, Murat's eye fell upon a man at the bar. He looked vaguely familiar, but Murat couldn't quite place where he had seen him before, no matter how much he wanted to. His short blonde hair had just the right levels of mess and trim and that beard, oh that beard. A man could get lost in that beard. Unbuttoning the first few buttons on his shirt and making sure his chest was on proper display, Murat made his way to the bar with purpose, eyeing an empty stool to the man's right and completely ignoring a small group of women who chuckled and nudged each other as he walked past them.
Taking a seat next to the man and casually looking him over from up close from behind the safety of his sunglasses, Murat liked what he saw even more. Nodding over to the bartender, Murat gestured him over, his hands tracing over the heavily treated wood of the bar as the man behind the counter came closer.
"Gimme a white russian, light on the cream."
"Saving room for some other cream later on tonight?"
Murat grinned at Nesim's joke as the bartender went away to make his drink. Turning his gaze back on the man he was sitting next to, Murat couldn't help shake the feeling that he knew him from somewhere else, but that feeling quickly faded away thanks in no small part to the vodka he had chugged less than an hour prior. Addressing the man, his hand outstretched, Murat smiled broadly.
"Well, hello there. It's my first time here and I was wondering if you might have any recommendations on house specialties."
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WC: 946
Drunk notes/ramblings:
Okay, so put the rules of the threasd first in a ooc thing so youll know what is what and people will be like okay Ig et it! Also your gonan want ot woquit othe PUT EVERYHTING IN AT THE BOTTOM IN A THIGN. SPOILER
It has been a long fucking day with that stupid master report and Murat isliek fuck this shit I need to get a trinkd. WHITE RUSSIANS DO IT. Oh say something about KING CZKAZ too.
The records were big and long and he need something big ald long, like dick but also drink in big glass?! So he packed up his shit ane dwendt to Rokugigi to find him some drnink. DO NOT BE IN SHINIGUMI CLOTH BTW.
Goe to new bar MOOSE SOMETHING ABOUT MOSE to find other dirnk because fuck still not drunk and then sees at bar handsome man with hair. SHORT HARI SEXY HARI FOR MURAT REMEMBER. H ewlks up and sees hot woman but hes like 'not today the building os ofnfi fire". Be not somooth, Murat want sdick over vagen. So he go to Walkern and like 'hwy, can I bur you r adink?" or smethig betrtt.
FUck edit this and add shtuff this si all yoru getting from met onight i need to pyay fideo games. dude call it bottoms up like buttsex but also likedrink! PUNSMANT!
It has been a long fucking day with that stupid master report and Murat isliek fuck this shit I need to get a trinkd. WHITE RUSSIANS DO IT. Oh say something about KING CZKAZ too.
The records were big and long and he need something big ald long, like dick but also drink in big glass?! So he packed up his shit ane dwendt to Rokugigi to find him some drnink. DO NOT BE IN SHINIGUMI CLOTH BTW.
Goe to new bar MOOSE SOMETHING ABOUT MOSE to find other dirnk because fuck still not drunk and then sees at bar handsome man with hair. SHORT HARI SEXY HARI FOR MURAT REMEMBER. H ewlks up and sees hot woman but hes like 'not today the building os ofnfi fire". Be not somooth, Murat want sdick over vagen. So he go to Walkern and like 'hwy, can I bur you r adink?" or smethig betrtt.
FUck edit this and add shtuff this si all yoru getting from met onight i need to pyay fideo games. dude call it bottoms up like buttsex but also likedrink! PUNSMANT!
