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[warmachine]

[ The video zooms in to one James Rhodes, wearing his dress blues and sitting at the bar -- yes, again -- with one elbow propped up and his head in his hand, the other cradling a beer.

He doesn't look happy.

There's a voice comming from off-screen: ] This fine specimen of man is Col. James Rhodes and he has good reason to be in the bar today. Guess what? His best friend, Tony Stark, has left the City and he's drowning his sorrows in alcohol. Healthy coping mechanisms.

[ Rhodey's mouth twists, something angry and bitter in his expression, but his voice is still mostly even when he speaks. ]

I seriously don't need the running commentary, man.


[ ooc; So. Tony's gone and Rhodey is getting drunk. Italics are some NPC commentator. Come buy him a drink and cheer him up or join him in his misery. ]

Comments

[doeswhathewants]

Sand without water sounds terribly unpleasant. [He'll forgive it.]

[warmachine]

War isn't pleasant.

[doeswhathewants]

I shall take your word for it.

Try not to get terribly drunk, lots of terrible sorts out there that would roll you.

[warmachine]

You do that.

[ That's almost sweet, kid. ] Yeah, don't worry.