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6/24/2016 6:34:03 AM
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From stalking me.
Arknin bursted out of the side entrance with each Mechandrite clutching a bottle of wine and scotch.
"[b][u]Heeeeeeeey Ling. Do you want some.....Alcohol?[/u][/b]"
Ling turned around, pissed.
"God dammit Toaster Dick! Why is everyone drunk around here!?"
He exclaimed with annoyance while the Priest walked over.
"[b][u]Now now Ling, that was rude. Use your maaaaaaaaaaaannnnnneeeeeerrrrrssssssssss[/u][/b]"
He said besides whispering to Ling about the last part even though everyone could hear it.
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Edited by Atom: 6/24/2016 6:38:51 AMWell, duh. The man tilt his head to the right when the Vibrator came (hue) outta nowhere - with alcohol. "Who the hell is that again? Wasn't that the guy who sneaked off while I was stomping around in my mech? And... you offering alcohol to just about everyone?" He said, peering at the bundle of twigs by leaning to the side a little, so Ling wasn't in the way. "And I'm not drunk for your information."
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"[b][u]Totes.[/u][/b]" Yes, he literally said that. "Did you just say.." Ling said, snatching a bottle of wine from the Priest. "I'm going to need a couple bottles to get that out of my head...You can come along too Tau Lover." He said.
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"Totes? Please don't tell me you dab too? And oh God, don't ever say something along the lines of 'damn Daniel' because goddamn do we have enough of that shit back home." He joined Ling at his side, and silently says, "I'm gonna need some booze to get that shit out of my head too.. And yeah, what are you gonna do about it?"
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"What the hell is a dab and Damn Daniel?" He asked as they entered the Hangar, warehouse whatever the fück. It was a big storage building that was all filled with a pimpin amount of vehicles. There was a Eldar Warlock in the room, shirt and helmet off and crying next to 3 bottles of scotch "What the fùck is one of those dagger eared prícks doing here?" Ling said, while Arknin starting to open more bottles of alcohol. "[b][u]That someone...helped me get this good shit.[/u][/b]" The Priest replies, handing Ling his now opened bottle of wine. Ling took a large swig. "This is that Spiced Eldar wine isn't it?" He said, feeling the effects of it because he was a Normie who didn't drink alcohol.
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"They're both cancerous. Let's leave it at that, yes? They're cancerous and I hate them." He replied, following Ling into the hangar-warehouse thingy, then he froze, looking at the crying Eldar with an expression that basically said "what the absolute fück is going on here?" but he didn't ask any questions, and instead just slowly shook his head. "'Nother Elf! That's pretty neat, I suppose. Emotional drunk, I guess. Whatever... oy, Ling, pass the bottle, eh?"
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Arknin handed another bottle of Spiced Eldar Wine. "[b][u]This stuff is rare so don't get...greedy.[/u][/b]" He said, woozily. Turns out Lucas may or may not learn a couple things here. Meanwhile the Warlock, who had silver hair and was rather skinny was saying random shit like. "[i]I need another bottle Mon'keigh![/i]" The Warlock said to the priest while Ling was literally chugging the spiced wine now, it was obvious he wasn't going to remember any of this by the time he was done.
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How would Lucas learn a thing or two? He gonna learn how it is to get drunk on some Eldar Spiced Wine? He takes the bottle with a thankful nod, and then took a very deep swig, swallowing without a second thought. That sounded very dirty. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) He then waits for the effect of the alcohol to punch him in the face, though he, being a regular - but not an addict - wasn't too affected. "That stuff... is pretty good. How did that crying guy get his hands on this? And Ling you fück, he literally said that you shouldn't be greedy!"
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"I'm a Inquisitor bitch...and crying guy there must have dragged that small crate of wine with him." "[i]I have a name you know![/i]" He said, crying more. "[i]Nobody appreciates me! I'm treated like shit and belittled constantly![/i]" "That is..really depressing." He said, chugging it more trying to get that out of his head. "[b][u]Ling..you should seriously slow down before you end up like Ciarn.[/u][/b]" He said, pointing at the crying guy.
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"That really is depressing... Poor guy... So many assholes around on this ship... And I'm no bitch you little shit!" He takes another deep swig from his Wine Spiced Eldar before just chugging that stuff until it was half empty. "This stuff really is good... Oy, Ciarn! You did good bringing this stuff with you..."
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Ciarn was too busy crying to hear that, meanwhile Ling was getting rather woozy and out of focus. "No..you." He said, emptying the bottle within his mouth. He walked up and grabbed another from the crate, Arknin hesitatingly opening it. Ling took another swig, each step he made was slightly tilting. Arknin purposely released him from the suit, revealing his normal size. Around 6 feet. "I-i..got a game. Truth or Dare." He said even though it could lead to some shenanigans.
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Lucas chugs the rest of the Wine Eldar Spiced, and giggled like a little chuckl-blam!-. "Nuh you! And... sure... Truth or dare me up!" He chuckles, and wobbly walks over to the crate, grabbing a second bottle while his armour started shifting, his breastplate went apart, and the parts moved to the sides, the same happening to his arms and legs. Then, Luke steps out of the suit, said suit now just being half of an empty shell.
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"Alright...truth. Did you and that Tau you didn't stop mentioning make out? and if so was it good?" He said, giggling like a little shit. Ciarn at this point stopped crying and sat Indian style even though his eyes were red from the crying.
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"No, we did not... Though I did get a handful of dat ass..." He replied, also giggling like a little shit until he took another deep swig of the booze. "Ciarn this stuff is good! Good job on taking this shit with you, appreciate it, because it's tasty and I'm totally not an alcoholic... Now, a truth for you, Ling... Have you ever had a relationship with a Xeno, or something else that you shouldn't have a relationship with according to the things I've heard?"
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Edited by Anonymous: 6/24/2016 7:53:59 AMHe stopped giggling and answered. "Maaaaaayyyybbbeee." He said giggling. "Do not tell anyone about this but I..happen to 'know' a Eldar if you catch my meaning.." Unless if Lucas was a dipshit that would give off some alarms. This confirmed that he did indeed do the naughty with an Eldar. Ling took another swig and spoke. "Alright Ciarn, are you and Arknin gay?" Arknin gasped, how the hell did Ling know? "[b][u]We may be..[/u][/b]" He answered for Ciarn.
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Edited by Nibber Schipper: 6/24/2016 7:58:22 AMLuckily he's smart af and a scientist, basically, so he got the hints. "Oh damn, son. That's neat.." He gets real close to Ling, and whispers, "Xeno ass is best ass.." He then swiftly took a couple of steps back, and looked at Ciarn, then at the Vibrator. "Your turn, I guess.."
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Edited by Anonymous: 6/24/2016 8:02:37 AMHe giggles even more at that statement, which was sadly true. "[b][u]I dare..Lucas to..Make out with that bottle of wine in his hand.[/u][/b]" "What the fùck kind of dare is that? I mean that is the most bullshit dare I have heard of." Ling said, thinking about how good Xeno Ass can be, jk..maybe ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
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Lucas frowns, and looks at the bottle. "Shouldn't he buy me dinner first? Oh well, I'm not judging..." He giggles again, and brings the bottle to his lips, and stuff happens. And then he takes another deep swig from the bottle, muttering the word "sorry." "Okay! Now, I dare you, mister complicated name, to make out with... Drum rolls, please... Ling!" He giggles more, and takes yet another swig from his wine.
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"I am so fücking sorry Macha, I hope you will forgive me." He says, barely audible as he approached the priest until he was inches near the priests face. "Sorry nope! not doing that! Fück this!" He said backing off like the chickenshit he is. But Arknin wanted a makeout session so he went for Ciarn instead and after a minute of Machine on Elf action they stopped.
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Lucas was rolling around on the floor, the second bottle being empty at this point, and he was laughing like crazy, tears streaming down his face. "Oh my fücking God man, I can't actually believe that you would've if you weren't such a chickenshit!" He continues to roll around, still laughing his ass off, you he eventually calms down, and wipes the tears away.
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"Atleast I didnt make out with a bottle!" He said in defense, chugging the spiced wine. "It's because of Macha!" He said and immediately crying guy said this. "[i]What the fück?![/i]" "[b][u]Holy shit Ling..you did not..[/u][/b]" "[i]You just realized what you just did right?[/i]" It took Ling a second to process this and then. 'Fück"
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Edited by Nibber Schipper: 6/24/2016 8:31:27 AM"Well, in my defense, the bottle did look pretty damn good to be honest... And you are an actual idiot. Like, holy fücking shit. Hope nobody that'll snitch your ass hears that." The man giggles like a Japanese school girl. TENTACLES NO. "You are actually stupid though like holy shit..." [spoiler]*Skatai comes out of nowhere*[/spoiler]
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"Alright shitcocks, no one says a word and they live." He said in a serious tone. "If someone rats me out I'm going to fücking tear their throats out and send the dead body for Tyranids to räpe." Ciarn and Arknin were scared shitless about this, Arknin because he knows Ling will go that far and Ciarn because he's drunk out of his mind.
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"I ain't got a reason to snitch your ass! I have nothing to do with those military edgelords! I'm actually rather neutral.. But seriously man, you are an actual idiot for confessing that all of a sudden. What if someone heard you and is now telling some Imperial edgelord? Hmm?" He stumbles on to his feet, and wobbles over to the crate again, grabbing his last bottle. "I suggest we all drink some more alcohol so we forget this, hmm?"
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"God dammit." He said to himself, finishing the bottle. "I hope everyone gets a massive fücking Hangover so we dont remember any of this." Ling placed the bottle down. He wobbled over to the crate, mistakenly grabbing a bottle of scotch. Ling drinked some of it and coughed. "What the hell? What is this?" "[i]That's scotch you dick.[/i]" Ciarn said giggling.
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"I already had a hangover a bit ago.. Kroot ale, man... Fücking Kroot ale... Shit hits you harder than a freight train." He takes a deep, long swig from his Spiced Whine Eldar, and giggles like a little chuckl-blam!- afterwards, a smile plastered on his face. "I need like a lifetime supply of this stuff... How's that scotch by the way, Ling?" He said with a pestering tone.
