Thirty Fires Set

[mr_fahrenheit]

...I'm back from that hellhole.

...

Don't bother me for at least a week. Don't ask what happened, don't ask me how I am, just leave me the fuck alone for awhile. I don't want to hear anything about Westport.

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[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[Even with a terrible voice, he's bound to be an ass.]

Is this bothering you?

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*And Pyro sounds like he's about to murder Sideswipe through the phoneline.*

Go to hell.

[weaponsparked.livejournal.com]

[He's well within his rights to.]

Already went. Back now.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

...I'm done.

*click.*

Action

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(The Sniper's kind of worried about his Pybro, so he drives up to his house in his camper van knocks on the door.)

Action

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*A pretty grumpy and sleep-deprived Pyro answers the door. He doesn't look completely pissed off to see Sniper.*

...Hey.

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(Present: Scrumpy, courtesy of the Demoman.)

Hey. I figured both of us could use a little stress relief.

((OOC: Assuming this is before Rocket Dodgeball. Thus, technically, it might be the Sniper's fault that random stuff is blowing up all over town. *grins*))

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*His face brightens considerably at that.*

Get in here, you bastard.

((OOC: Oh lord. XD))

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(Gives the Pyro a mock salute.)

Yessir.

(Comes in and looks around.)

Nice place.

(There's just enough snark for Pyro to probably pick up on Sniper's unspoken "and surprisingly not on fire".)

((OOC: The Rape Van truck is off limits to any explodinating, btw. :P))

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah. At least it's clean today.

*He wanders over to the couch and flops down on it.*

...you been holding up alright?

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

Been moping about feeling sorry for myself, but what else is new?

(Wanders over to the kitchen to look for some glasses because he's not ready to start drinking straight out of the bottle yet.)

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

In the top cabinet.

*...It's surprising Pyro can reach them.*

Yeah, you, too?

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(Brings the glasses over and starts pouring.)

No wonder you guys hate this place. It goes out of its way to make people miserable.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*He grins and takes his own glass.*

Cheers.

...You start to get used to it and try to figure out what fresh hell they're going to unleash on you next time.

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(Sips slowly at first.)

As if it weren't bad enough that we're all stuck here bored out of our minds.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*Pyro, on the other hand, isn't starting off slow at all.*

It all goes downhill from there.

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

Thank God for alcohol.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

I'll drink to that...Oh wait, I already am.

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(Taps his glass against the Pyro's.)

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

*He grins.*

Bottoms up.

*and down the rest of his glass goes.*

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(The Sniper's already starting to feel a bit of the effects already; he can't imagine how toasted--heh, pun--the Pyro is.)

Take it easy! You might go blind if you keep that up. Besides, there's plenty more where that came from.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

I can handle it. C'mon, you've seen me drink before.

*He's already getting pretty tipsy...Oh well, ignoring that!*

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(Playfully wriggles his fingers.)

How many am I holding up, then?

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

Too many.

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

See? Now take it easy already. I'm not sticking around to hold your head over a toilet.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

I can hold my liquor better than that.

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

Sure you can.

[muffled-noises.livejournal.com]

I'm not a vomiting drunk, damn it.