Presidential Inebriation

[burningprez.livejournal.com]

[One would expect the President to be exploring the Seattle colony with every bit of the same enthusiasm as he did in Old Seattle back on Earth. However he was nowhere to be seen.]

Nother drink! No I havn't had ehougsh! I'mma sheh preshident of sheh Unistherd shtates of Neo America!!

[Scratch that. Michael was in the Bar, getting sloshed off his rear and talking to no one in particular. There were empty bottles all around him and he seemed to be emptying them with surprising speed, yet looking only mildly drunk.]

Whash thish schtuff?..

[He pauses as he takes a look at the next bottle he plucked. Vodka. He puts it down and moves it aside without opening it before looking for some bourbon.]

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[fermionprincess]

[Alessandra walks in, after a case of getting lost and finally finding her direction.

And she immediately notices the devestation.]

Ahh! What is this supply-related disaster! Truly, a cursed day!

[burningprez.livejournal.com]

[And Michael has been obscured from view by the bottles which contents he had slaughtered. Truly it was a flawless victory for drinkers everywhere.]

[fermionprincess]

Whomever caused this will find their circumstances most dire! That I swear.

[Detective Alessandra, go. Which means she is scouting around, but by some anti-miracle avoiding the pile of bottles and the president behind it.]

[burningprez.livejournal.com]

[That or Michael's PRESIDENCY has somehow made itself into a perception filter of sorts, making Alessandra look EVERYWHERE but at him.]

mlrghl.. nother drink plesh..

[a-human-work.livejournal.com]

[Having finally found the semi-mythical bar full of probably dangerous, experimental substances Michelle just had to go in and at least have a look around. That's when she notices one very drunk elected official.]

Just how much did you drink? [She looked over the forest of bottles.] How are you even alive?

[Had the Neo Americans elected an android or something?]

[burningprez.livejournal.com]

[Michael gives Michelle a thumbs up.]

Not enough... shtill...jusht a bit shober...

[He promptly takes a slug of bourbon.]

And sheh osher shing? Yearsh of practish.

[a-human-work.livejournal.com]

So basically the president is an alcoholic...

[She studied the bottles, trying to see just how bad it really was, she was pretty sure human bodies couldn't withstand drinking like that for long.]

Why are you even trying to ruin the owner of the bar?

[reach-for-self.livejournal.com]

Whatever it is, Mr. President, I'm pretty sure you've had enough.

[And here Michael'd asked Gregory to play wingman for him. And at this point he could tell that Michael was fucking plastered.]

[burningprez.livejournal.com]

HAH! Shis ish noshing! Should've sheen mah inogarashan party..

[Michael shook his head rapidly then fell off his chair... somehow he didn't even look worse for wear before he struggled to climb back onto it.]

Heh..Richard 'ad shehh besht joke... can't remmembr what it wash...just remembred wash funneh.....

[reach-for-self.livejournal.com]

[Ah, that's right. Richard was his running mate and no doubt probably a good friend of his.]

Well needless to say, I doubt you're going to remember after killing off another few thousand braincells.

Did you even pay the bartender yet or am I going to have to pick up the tab? Again.

[zetahatsudo.livejournal.com]

[Holy hell-!]

Mr. President? What are you-? [Dear god, how many has he had by now?]

[burningprez.livejournal.com]

Eeeh! Kamille right? C'mon... coul' use summun ta drink wish..

[He attempts to pat the seat next to him before falling off his own.]

ooF! Shummon better check shis thing! Fell off it five timsh... think itsh leanin or shomethin...

[zetahatsudo.livejournal.com]

[Good lord, he's drunk off his ass, literally!] Sir, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be, I dunno, looking around Seattle Colony? Maybe visit the Space Space Needle? [Strange name, that.]

[not_the_deer]

Holy crap! What if Hixar takes a picture of you in this state, mr president?

[burningprez.livejournal.com]

Shen 'e cn put it up shomewaer... no' like ish th' mosht embarasshin' thin thash happened tho me

[not_the_deer]

You're not going to die from alcohol poisoning, right? I heard mixing different alcohols can have really bad results!

[chozo_girl]

[An arm blocks the president from reaching the bottle. The arm ends in a lot of woman on the other end - Samus is there, with a piercing stare]

Enough.

[burningprez.livejournal.com]

No.... ... no Its not nearly enough...

[Michael's slurr is now nonexistent as a rather regretful look is on his face.]

[chozo_girl]

Wrong.

You have responsibilities beyond yourself, to the millions of people that elected you. Attempting to drink yourself into a stupor, even if failing, is not going to address them.

[momentoftherose.livejournal.com]

[Oenone Zero has never been in the bar before and had no intention of it until passing by it she hears a familiar voice and hesitantly steps inside.]

...Mister President?

[burningprez.livejournal.com]

Hey doc! They flexed the rules on alchol shinsh I wush lasht at sheh cities?

[He holds up a bottle to her with a cheery grin, leaning off his seat somewhat.]

[momentoftherose.livejournal.com]

We're allowed alcohol, you just have to recy...Oh my god, this can't be good for your liver.

[surfingboxer.livejournal.com]

Mr. President?

[Chibodee rolls up right next to you. Noticing the immense amount of booze, he takes a seat.]

What's the occasion?

[burningprez.livejournal.com]

Chibodee my good man...

[He gives the boxer a grin and pats him on the shoulder.]

I got dumped. And my ex slept with the new man before she told me...

[Well...that's an odd reason to be happy about. He downs more bourbon.]

[surfingboxer.livejournal.com]

Ah.... that... that seems kinda an odd to be smiling about.

[He rubs the back of his head, not sure what to make of this situation. He feels like he should do something buuuuut... what exactly? I mean, it's the PRESIDENT drowning his sorrows.]

Y'talk with the chick yet?