A Few Drinks With My Brother-in-Arms. [Lt. Viper]

[Icarus]

Icarus's cheeks and nose started to glow a little, but he was sober enough. They already went through 18 glasses, so why stop now? "I can imagine. So let's die on the battlefield instead of dying from liver poisoning." He chugged another glass, and another one, and another one.

[member="Lt. Viper"]

 

[4ND-R0]

[member="Icarus"]

Viper smirked over at the Captain, seeing his red nose. "Getting a little tipsy, Alor'ad?" He teased, his cheeks on very lightly flushed,"Your liver may be iron, but mine is besk'ar."

 

[Icarus]

"Very funny." He chugged some more, his face not changing color after that.

[member="Lt. Viper"]

 

[4ND-R0]

[member="Icarus"]

He continued drinking onward, keeping the will to not falter under drunkedness. He did not wish to be point man on the next mission.

 

[Icarus]

Icarus wasn't planning on losing. He gulped down glass after glass, slurred determination in his eyes.

[member="Lt. Viper"]