
Prompted by: The Catsup Bottle~Ogden Nash
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First a little
Illya and Mark sat together at the bar pouring and downing drink after drink. A challenge had been issued and Illya accepted. The Brit could out drink the Russian; heir poison gin.
As each libation was swallowed, the shot glass was turned upside down on the bar.
Over twenty there now.
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Then a lottle
One by one the Russian matched him; Mark felt the effects of the liquor.
"Oooooy mate, I was raised on gin, 'ow come you not flat out from it?"
Illya hiccuped before answering. "I lived in London fer' three years...re-remember?"
"Damn," Mark forgot.
They both passed out.
A tie.
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Date: 2013-06-19 05:55 pm (UTC)Fun story.
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Date: 2013-06-19 05:57 pm (UTC)thanks for commenting and hope you're well.
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Date: 2013-06-19 06:27 pm (UTC)Three lols, actually. May I use the lottle one? I have a feeling it may come in handy.
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Date: 2013-06-19 09:08 pm (UTC)Whatever the industry experts usually aren't declaring with regards to sunglasses and how it has eff
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