Post by EriChar on Apr 18, 2011 17:40:10 GMT -5
Marine Officers; The very embodiment of class and decorum, the crème de la crème of human stock that only grow finer with age and rank. This can be very true, but is almost never true when alcohol becomes a factor. This is a story of when alcohol became a factor. Sorry.
“Meh-eh-eh-eh…” A strange alarm call for anyone to hear, but when you are still rather intoxicated from a night of heavy, no heavy is too light for the amount, insane alcohol consumption, it starts to lose some of its strangeness. It largely loses the strangeness because this wasn’t an alarm call at all, but rather a noise produced by a goat. The goat was a little on the small side, perhaps a pygmy type goat, with purest white fur and small tan horns poking from the top of its head. Hung around its neck on a blue collar was a round golden bell, and its deep black eyes had a certain innocence that added to its cute appeal. In a room filled with bizarre items, most of which are broken, more strangeness is lost when one considers that a goat is less out of place in a bedroom in a state such as this. Strangeness does however return very quickly when the bed is heart shaped with red sheets, and is occupied by two men. Two men that would soon start to regret the notion that they would ‘Just have one.’
One of these men, the closest to the bleating goat, looked rather old. He had grey hair that was usually rather messy, so by following the Loriel-Garneir chart for gradually decreasing hair control, it had now entered the stage that scientists on the subject had deemed theorectically to be called ‘Hair-mageddon’. A rounded moustache and goatee combo encircled the man’s mouth, which fyi was now spewing a scent that would probably have poisoned even Megallan of Impel Down, and he had a stitched scar that arced around his left eye. Exposed upper body and thigh that peeked out from bed sheets indicated that he was naked, and further scars as well as fabulous toning were present on what was visible.
The goat continued to bleat, which finally provoked a response from a man. Moving a large hand over to the top of the goat’s head, he patted it akin to pressing snooze on an alarm clock and made an odd clucking with his lips, before saying in no direction at all, “Five more minutes…”
“Meh-eh-eh-eh…” A strange alarm call for anyone to hear, but when you are still rather intoxicated from a night of heavy, no heavy is too light for the amount, insane alcohol consumption, it starts to lose some of its strangeness. It largely loses the strangeness because this wasn’t an alarm call at all, but rather a noise produced by a goat. The goat was a little on the small side, perhaps a pygmy type goat, with purest white fur and small tan horns poking from the top of its head. Hung around its neck on a blue collar was a round golden bell, and its deep black eyes had a certain innocence that added to its cute appeal. In a room filled with bizarre items, most of which are broken, more strangeness is lost when one considers that a goat is less out of place in a bedroom in a state such as this. Strangeness does however return very quickly when the bed is heart shaped with red sheets, and is occupied by two men. Two men that would soon start to regret the notion that they would ‘Just have one.’
One of these men, the closest to the bleating goat, looked rather old. He had grey hair that was usually rather messy, so by following the Loriel-Garneir chart for gradually decreasing hair control, it had now entered the stage that scientists on the subject had deemed theorectically to be called ‘Hair-mageddon’. A rounded moustache and goatee combo encircled the man’s mouth, which fyi was now spewing a scent that would probably have poisoned even Megallan of Impel Down, and he had a stitched scar that arced around his left eye. Exposed upper body and thigh that peeked out from bed sheets indicated that he was naked, and further scars as well as fabulous toning were present on what was visible.
The goat continued to bleat, which finally provoked a response from a man. Moving a large hand over to the top of the goat’s head, he patted it akin to pressing snooze on an alarm clock and made an odd clucking with his lips, before saying in no direction at all, “Five more minutes…”
