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Drunk Down UnderNaturally, Demo was the one who came up with the idea of a drinking contest. It was a few months into the current incarnation of the Gravel Wars and the team was finally getting a hang of each other's personal quirks. Nobody had snuck up behind the Sniper or Spy in days (finding yourself on the floor with a blade at your throat was never fun), everyone now knew to not put unpackaged food on the bottom shelf of the laboratory refrigerator (Medic had an annoying habit of letting organs drip body fluids onto it), and everyone but Pyro and Scout made a conscious effort not to bother Engineer and Demo when they were working on the next day's projects in their workshops (both of them had extreme tunnel vision). Which was probably why Demo was finally comfortable enough to get himself drunk in the base as well as on the battlefield.Drunk Down Under by 0bsidianFire
"So, " he said one evening after dinner, "Do any o' ya think ya can handle more Scrumpy then me?" He slammed an unopened bottle of Scrumpy on the table and leered
Paradise CircusHe was certainly underground. That was about the only thing he could tell about his surroundings. His cell was cold and slightly damp. When he opened his eyes, he wished he never had done. He wished himself dead. It would have been better than this. It had been about a week since he was captured by....well, who knows. And for what reason? Again. Who knows. He figured, if they wanted to kill him he'd be dead. He was about twenty-four years old.Paradise Circus by Wink69lol
He had woken up to the screams. Sounded like other people, men and women. Screaming in pain. Pleading for help. That's how you knew they were newcomers. The ones that were here the longest didn't scream anymore. Didn't beg for the sweet release of death. They knew better.
He sighed and rolled over to lie on his back. He couldn't see anything. His cell was pitch black. No windows, not even on the heavy iron door, the only exit from it. It was tiny. Tiny and empty. He slept on the floor. His toilet was the floor too. He was "fortunate" enough to ha
My Friend the Vampire I met him at O'Callahan's bar downtown. He was drinking red wine and arguing literature with the drunks.My Friend the Vampire by Tobaeus
"I'm telling you, Tolkein was no better than any other writer out there. He got blocked, he got blindsided by his own characters. You people all talk as if angels descended from heaven and handed him several perfectly formed stories and all he had to do was count his money."
The drunk to his right gave him a bleary stare. "Well at least he didn't have to do drugs to get his writing done." He stared into his empty mug, tilting it in the apparent hopes that he had missed some and some stray drop would find its way into his mouth.
"You know, I should have known that it would come down to drugs in a bar. Drugs or alcohol or getting laid. How about telling me how that makes him better than any other shmuck who never touched a drop of liquor or even looked sideways at a
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