It's all the better, really - considering how many simunition rounds and shots of schnapps they burn through before it's done, whatever payback Lindianne would get on her birthday would be just as bad, if not worse.
They alternate between shots for what seems like forever to Voodoo, and yet, the fun cannot last forever. An hour into the shenanigans, and their simunitions are completely spent, the bottle of schnapps empty. Voodoo looks like a wreck - his FROG shirt is dotted with wax and impact marks from all the simunition rounds, and in some places is stained with blood from where the impact has broken the skin. He's visibly drunk, too - what insults and provocations he throws out are slurred, and there's a glossy look in his eyes as he shakes himself off and bows his head, readying himself for the next round.
Rabbit sighs, regarding the scene before him. "I'm out, Parker's out - you got any more mags, Preacher?"
Preacher shakes his head. Rabbit sighs again. "Well, damn. And here I was hoping we'd be able to go a little more. -just one last thing-"
Quickly, he pulls a disposable camera out of his vest, lines up Voodoo in the viewfinder, and snaps off a shot. The resulting picture will look like this: Voodoo slack against the duct tape, sloshed out of his mind and his shirt bloody, and looking straight at the camera with a glossy stare.
"-there we go," he says, tucking the camera back into his vest. "Okey-doke - Preacher, watch the passageway. Parker," he says, producing a knife and cutting through the duct tape, "help me get his drunk ass out and to his bunk, would you?"
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They alternate between shots for what seems like forever to Voodoo, and yet, the fun cannot last forever. An hour into the shenanigans, and their simunitions are completely spent, the bottle of schnapps empty. Voodoo looks like a wreck - his FROG shirt is dotted with wax and impact marks from all the simunition rounds, and in some places is stained with blood from where the impact has broken the skin. He's visibly drunk, too - what insults and provocations he throws out are slurred, and there's a glossy look in his eyes as he shakes himself off and bows his head, readying himself for the next round.
Rabbit sighs, regarding the scene before him. "I'm out, Parker's out - you got any more mags, Preacher?"
Preacher shakes his head. Rabbit sighs again. "Well, damn. And here I was hoping we'd be able to go a little more. -just one last thing-"
Quickly, he pulls a disposable camera out of his vest, lines up Voodoo in the viewfinder, and snaps off a shot. The resulting picture will look like this: Voodoo slack against the duct tape, sloshed out of his mind and his shirt bloody, and looking straight at the camera with a glossy stare.
"-there we go," he says, tucking the camera back into his vest. "Okey-doke - Preacher, watch the passageway. Parker," he says, producing a knife and cutting through the duct tape, "help me get his drunk ass out and to his bunk, would you?"