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Kills 99.9% on Contact!

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Re: Kills 99.9% on Contact!

Post by Larcen » Tue Feb 06, 2018 1:39 am

Randy smiled almost drunkenly. If there was anything that could make a man feel like a superhero, it was a kiss from the woman he adored, and it worked on the raccoon. "Nah, you don't have to come in," he insisted, "I'll just be in and out, and hope none of it sinks into my fur." In truth his motivation was not wanting her to get all besmirched by whatever nasty was in there. He could only imagine.

Without further delay, Randall Lotorsky, Liberator of Fine Alcoholic Drinks, scurried his way into the bar, finding it of course unlocked. Greeeat, that meant there were likely more patrons to decompose within. Bravely, and with his shirt up over his muzzle, he stole through the dark bar. Having spent most of the last month in the same room, he hadn't developed the desensitization Dima and her friend had. It appalled and unnerved him, seeing things like only two darts stuck in the board, meaning someone had dropped in mid-turn, not suspecting. Open beers now gathered dust, sitting alongside exactly the kinds of prepackaged fried appetizers he'd expected. What he woulda given for some fish sticks and apple fritters right now. On second thought, seeing what they looked like, kinda ruined his appetite for the moment, and for a starved raccoon, that was saying something. Ok, to the good stuff. Something dark. Huh, he figured, looking at the taps, There's an experiment. Wonder if they still work? Nope, they didn't. Oh well, curiosity killed the coon, satsisfaction brought him back. Anyway, hmm. Ah, that might serve. He picked up two six packs, figuring he himself wasn't a beer guru, so why not take her recommendation?

In fifteen minutes' time, Randy emerged with a grateful gasp of fresh air, holding up the six packs to show off his loot. "Yuengling Dark Porter good enough? I'm no connoisseur or nothin'. Usedta just get Miller High Life with my fake ID before I went away, heh," he confessed.
"Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read." --Groucho Marx

You say 'fundamentalist' like it's a bad thing. X3

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Re: Kills 99.9% on Contact!

Post by Asyriel » Sat Feb 10, 2018 3:01 pm

Dima smiled and nodded as Randy insisted that she didn't need to accompany him into the bar. "Be careful in there." She told him as he headed off. She propped her feet back up on the dash, and wiggled herself into a slightly more comfortable position. She did her best not to get too antsy as she waited for Randy to return from his mission. She wasn't used to having someone doing things for her, let alone a romantic interest. She found it both strange, and very flattering.

Five minutes passed, and the gentle sway of her tail sped up. After ten minutes, her ears had started to pin back, and she tapped a foot against the dash. By the time fifteen minutes had passed, and she saw Randy emerging from the bar, she had been about to hop out of the vehicle and run into the bar herself. It wasn't that she was impatient, but everything that had happened since the start of the big infection made her much more prone to worry, especially when it involved the very few people left that she cared about. Thankfully Randy emerged from the building looking no worse for wear, at least physically, and Dima released a relieved sigh before settling back into her seat again.

She gave a grateful smile as he approached with his prize from the bar. "Ooh, can't say I've had Yuenling before, but Dark Porter should be good." She replied before chuckling at his admission. "I wouldn't exactly call myself a connoisseur either, though I suppose I do have a little more tasting experience." She found it a bit amusing, considering that he was older than her, even if he had been a bit sheltered over the years. She was thoughtfully quiet for a moment before she spoke again, she didn't really want to dwell on Randy's incarceration and she figured he didn't either. "Could always try brewing our own sometime. Of course if you'd like the arctic drinking experience of the motherland, we'd need some good vodka, and maybe some Mors" she commented with a chuckle, and a more pronounce accent than usual. She eventually shook her head and chuckled again. "Well, off to the pond for relaxation and fish." She proclaimed, thrusting a finger into the air as she did.

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Re: Kills 99.9% on Contact!

Post by Larcen » Tue Feb 20, 2018 8:49 pm

"Hear hear!" Randy agreed as he clambered back into the 4x4. That suggestion about starting up a microbrewery sounded interesting. Heck there were whole granaries sitting full and dormant. The accent, however, made Randy melt. "Sure! Heck I'd bet our two biggest fish the bat knows how to make wine, too. We are gonna party like it's the end of the world!"

Feeling frisky, and figuring the course was unplayable by this point anyhow, Randy broke free of societal conditioning and left the cart path behind. Over former fairways they rolled at an almost reckless pace, though the raccoon kept enough sense to avoid the sand traps and the worst of the little knolls and pits in the land. By and by, he spotted a larger pond and slowed, stopping a good distance away so as not to scare the fish.

"That one look good?" he asked in a low voice. "We'll walk up, just in case. Darn, shoulda brought some lawn chairs or a blanket or something. Oh well. If I don't get a line in the water in the ten minutes, I'll lose my mind," Randy grinned. He hopped out and fetched as much of the gear as he could schlepp. His fur bristled with anticipation, a return to that which felt right in his instincts. Might even have to try fishing by paw once they'd caught a good supper.
"Outside of a dog, a book is a man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read." --Groucho Marx

You say 'fundamentalist' like it's a bad thing. X3

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