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In all likelihood, we're going to be helping the little girls make pointy princess hats out of construction paper and streamers. That's the sort of stuff we usually do. Yes, I am quite cynical concerning the girl scouts. But I will be bringing a plastic sword, and most likely, the little girls will be constantly stealing it. I will have fun, yes.

First bleepka, now whiskey as a cold cure?
HQ has an AA division, I hope?

*is very impressed*

That calls for opening the extra-big keg of bleepka!

Glue on a few leaves and wipe it in poo, for the truly authentic look.

No clue what you could use to fake syrup. Something that sets would be best in terms of it not wiping off on everything, but you're going to want something that looks like syrup still. Not sure white glue will, y'know, reflect the light and such in the right way. If you know anyone who works in a makeup department, could be worth asking them. Otherwise, good luck with the glue.

Fourteen, I believe - they have four years of high school ending at 18, so it'd be equivalent to year 10. Which is pretty much standard age to begin drinking, at least in this country.

Of course, that whole ID thing might be an issue. I'm bloody glad I grew up before they started IDing you if you look under 25. And that they tend to let you off if you laugh at the absurdity of it, because I still get IDed occasionally.

My headvoices would like to add that they whapped me for that deliberate misinterpretation, and that they advise you to lie around and read.

That...that is a lot.

Have some cake and caffeine.

Congratulations! :-D

"Thanks."

She took a deep breath, deciding that this was someone that she'd like to get to know better. She gave him a small smile.

"Where to?"

"Well, then, you're either sick or a lightweight," Zach grinned, barely containing laughter. He slung an arm over Cassie's shoulder. "It's okay, join the club."

He looked back at Nat and Kelvin.

"So what've you guys been up to?"

Luke shrugged. "I'm not going to do anything stupid," he replied, remaining standing but relaxing his stance somewhat. "Believe me, the last thing I want is a fight." After a moment, the older man asked who he was.

"Yeah, I'm a friend of Marcus," he said, glancing at the drunken man leaning on the bar. "Known him practically since I joined up, and he's saved my life more times tan I can remember off the top of my head. I'm Luke Celinus, by the way. And you're Osbert, aren't you?" He glanced at the man's helmet, which in his view was just a little ostentatious, and shook his head slightly. "Your headgear's practically famous, you know." He picked up his drink - a half-empty bottle of beer - and took a gulp.

"You might want to sit back down, before you do something stupid. Oh, Leto? As I was saying, I'll have a brandy, if you have any."

"Believe I do," Leto said, starting to look through his supply as Osbert returned his attention to the two Agents. He knew Langston somewhat, having met the man on a few occasions and not always on the best of circumstances. Honestly, he half wished he had been the one to train him, but it didn't particularly matter in retrospect. As the glass of brandy was placed on the bar, he sized up the large Agent who had stood up to him, idly taking a sip. He was both taller and a lot more built than Osbert was, but these days that applied to a lot of people, and he wasn't particularly impressed. Big people were just as easy to break as small ones. Still, he had no idea who the person was, though he appeared to be a friend of Langston's.

"Hm, on that note, I don't believe I have any idea who you are," he said to the larger Agent, adjusting his glasses again. "Do not believe we have met before, though you appear to be a friend of that mess sprawled on Leto's bar," he gestured to Marcus, who slurred something unintelligable and gulped at his drink again. "I am not mistaken, am I?"

"Pretty girls bending my ear makes a nice change," Seth smiled, trying to make her feel better. "It's not like him, though, especially getting violent. If I'd known he was going to feel this bad about it, I'd have tried to find him beforehand and let him get it out of his system."

He shook his head, puzzling over the mystery of Marcus. "I'm sure there are other people in there who know him, they'll shake some sense into him eventually. In the meantime, maybe we should get out of here and get you cheered up, eh?" He stood up and offered a hand to help her up, deciding that he could ignore his own less-than-perky feelings. "Come on, you shouldn't be getting miserable, Sara. Let's get a smile back on that pretty face, hm?"

When he saw the man who'd approached them, he debated whether or not to reply. He'd heard of the formidable Operations Agent, but hadn't met him before. Still, the guy had no right to be having a go.

"'Scuse me," he butted in, standing up and making a point of showing just how much bigger he was than Osbert, "but he's got enough on his plate at the moment 'thout you making him feel worse. If it makes you feel any better, he's not getting any more booze."

Sorry for rather sporading posting, Cass. I'm at school at the moment and am trying to get as many posts in while you're on as possible. :-P

I'll continue this thread when I get home.

"It's not really anything he said, it's just that he's being so stupid and he's not a stupid person, y'know?" she scratched her head. "I mean, yeah, he got a little violent, but violence is part of the job. Oh, I dunno," she grumbled. She looked up at the other agent and grinned weakly.

"Sorry. I barely know you."

OO

Nice work! I haven't even started yet '>>

Marcus replied, having not heard Luke whispering to Leto and his assistant bartender, before taking another drink of the vodka bottle. It was awfully strong stuff, but that was why he'd asked for it. Perhaps it was hitting him a bit harder than he thought it would, but he figured he could take care of himself, even drunk. He was about to try to slur together something to continue the conversation when someone to his left cleared their throat.

"An Agent of your calibre turning out like this, getting so plastered he can barely stand?" the person asked rhetorically, annoyance registering in their cultured British accent. "Langston, you disgust me."

"The 'ell're ya-" Marcus started to say, turning to face the speaker. However, he choked down whatever he was going to say as he was faced with Osbert. Marcus had only met the man a couple times, and was lucky enough that he hadn't been trained by the old man, but he still knew enough about Osbert to immediately shut his mouth. "Er...'ey, Osbert."

"'Hey, Osbert' yourself, Langston," Osbert said, frowning somewhat visibly, though Marcus couldn't tell if it was out of annoyance or the sense of disappointment he seemed to regard every Agent with. "Just what in God's name are you doing with that vodka? You're accomplishing nothing but disgracing that uniform and the memory of our dead comrades, you know."

http://www.youtube.com/user/brainiacstore
not my account, but it is interesting

Nodding, Osbert started to follow Milask over to the bar, thinking over what he should get. It had been a while since he'd touched spirits, but it would help him loosen up. When Leto asked them what they would have, Osbert thought for a few seconds before making his choice. "I think I'll just have some brand-" he was cut off by the sound of a familiar voice on the other side of the bar and looked over, seeing a very clearly intoxicated Marcus Langston bantering with another Agent. "Hold that thought," he said to Leto, moving around to the side of the bar where the two others were.

((OOC: If ye don't mind, Leto/Milask, thought we could bring this up to where Luke and Marcus are bantering, thought it'd reduce clutter.))

Sounds like my kind of story. I'm definitely checking it out.

And you don't necessarily have to explain the circumstances of Raketooth's... demise. I doubt they'd be impressed by that bit, but a costume of a three-armed fox just sounds slightly eccentric. :P

Oddly enough, my friends also threatened to write fanfic about my wedding.

...

I don't know you in real life, do I? *eyes suspiciously*

~Neshomeh