AMALTHEA

[soulping]

[The lights dim and you are no longer in a classroom, but a low key bar. An older gentleman from behind the counter is looking at you as if waiting for your next order. La Torre's voice comes from nowhere in particular:]

Let's pick up where we left all, shall we? You are sitting in a bar. Why are you drinking?

Comments

ROUND 3

[soulping]

[A third menu appears:

Ruby Port
Sweet, cherry tasting wine

Malvasia Madeira
Caramel tasting wine with an acidic bite

Vermouth
Bitter, with a mint flavor and syrupy texture

Vin Santo
Amber wine with an extremely sweet taste]

DISCUSSION

[soulping]

[codecmoment]

I NEED IT ALL. I'M GOING TO DRY UP. MY THROAT HURTS.

i uploaded this just 4 u

[menially]

God I knew it, I KNEW it --

[SUDDENLY AMIDST THE SOBS

GUESS WHO'S THROWING OFF THEIR VEST

and quickly stripping their shirt]

[codecmoment]

UHM.

I THOUGHT THIS WAS LIKE MY ANIMES, BUT I DIDN'T KNOW IT WOULD GO THE SCHOOL YAOI ROUTE.

[menially]

Will you just stop--

[Shirt's off, he's already covered in a fine sheen of sweat to match the tear trails.]

[codecmoment]

[ He went silent for once because his boner was busy preoccupying him. ]

[menially]

[He is still too busy clenching his jaw in distress, whipping that partially-sweat-soaked shirt to the floor.]

They mess with us and they mess with the drinks and now they make it a desert in here and they call it a game...

[Every word is punctuated with a bitter, broken note, the blond practically ripping the buckles off his boots as he unfastens them and kicks them onto the floor.]

[codecmoment]

UH.

YOU'RE DOING WELL SO FAR.

[ help ]

[menially]

[Another broken sob of a laugh, his elbows planted back onto the table with his hands rubbing stiffly through his hair.]

No! No, I'm not, Otacon! Who the hell even knows!

[Hahahahaha ;A;]

[codecmoment]

IT'S OKAY, UH, KEEP.

DOING THAT.

I GUESS.

SUBMIT

[soulping]

[codecmoment]

OH GOD, GIVE ME EVERYTHING. PLEASE MAKE THE ALCOHOL KILL ME.

[ The embarrassment and thirst is too great. ]

[soulping]

[Unfortunately you have hit your alcohol limit for the night. It's off to the nurse's office for you to have your stomach pumped :(]

Re: SUBMIT

[menially]

I don't care, surprise me, just p-please give me some ice with it, please...

Re: SUBMIT

[soulping]

[Your wine is served chilled. You know, you have so much to tell everyone in this room. But now that you think about it it's not very interesting stuff. How about some tall tales? Nobody has to know you're exaggerating. Or outright lying. Or that you can't stop.]

[You've made it through the game! Proceed to endgame.]