Utterly Mad

Eli tilts his hat over his eyes as he continues into the main room of the bar, lazily spreading his arms out in a stretch and throwing back a yawn. "WOO! Now that was a drug den and a half. I gotta come back here more often!" He blusters to nobody in particular, winking to the barmaid as she passes him the cheap beer. Good 'ol Scudd Visor. Half the flavor, twice the ABV.

Taking a good chug of the beer-as in downing the whole bottle, reaching over a table and grabbing someone else's, then drinking that one too-Eli swaggers over to the bar, taking a heavy seat near the Man in Gold. He'd been in town long enough to hear some banter about this stranger, but doubted he was as spectacular as the stories made him sound. He taps the bar loud enough to get the tender's attention, before silently gesturing to whatever bottle was closest to get himself a drink.

"You're in my seat, Goldy. But I guess I could make an exception for someone with such a rep." He half-mutters to the cowboy, his hat still concealing most of his face.

Zaweri downs his shot of whiskey. He orders another one.

"Huh? Oh so if it's raining, I can put it over the barrel of my gun so rust won't form inside of it. Wait, why did you think I bought condoms for?" Duncan said as he raised his eyebrow.

Shuffling around in his pockets for a good moment, he pulls out 2$ and buys Amy the shirt that she wants.

"I'm sure the color will be fine though we'd have to see for ourselves first."

S T A L K E Rs

Isaac heads down the right hallway, Graham is assumed dead at this point, and Stripes follows suit. You head down the right hallways walking past the usual broken down science-lab aesthetics. You reach another fork in the hallway only discovering something, a figure standing in your flashlight's beam.

You can tell they're wearing some heavy duty gear, with a big pack on their pack and pockets all over their shirt and pants, they're wearing cargo boots with their pants tucked into them. They stand hunched over, vomiting profusely.

Stripes takes a step in front of you and begins to lower his gun, "Chet? Is that you... are you okay?"

Chet? Begins to grumble and straightens up, bile still pouring out from his mouth. They turn around revealing their face. Their eyes are blood shot and encrusted with mucus, their nose is bright red and dried blood is encrusted under his nostrils, his mouth is busted and swollen, his skin his pale and covered in fluids. He struggles to take a step toward you, projectile vomiting at you, it splashing just a foot from you.

"No, no... no... fuck.", Stripes whimpers out.

THE STORE!!!!

The storeowner keeps his eyebrow raised the whole time as he checks you out at the counter. "Listen, since I value my customer's lives. Whatever you got going here, keep it under wraps. The last two that came into town are now "wall decor", if you get what I'm saying.", he then hands you your items, neatly placed in a dirty old plastic bag. He doesn't turn his gaze away as you walk out the store.

P A R T Y  T I M E !!!

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The crowd sings their cheers and raises their glasses, The Man in Gold ducks his head while his partner soaks in the glory!

"Ah a song I can get behind!", he shouts as he pats Eli on the back. Eli can see the Man in Gold without his mask/hat get up he usually wears: he was an older gent, maybe in his early 60s. His skin looks like it had been stained gold, his wrinkles being made more visible by this. His vibrant blue eyes were drooping, and his mouth was dry and cracked.

"Now, now if you need me to move I can move." The old nutjob stands up from his chair and offers it to Eli. "You're too much of a push over, I'm going with our new compadres."

One of the maids tops off Ivan's and Zaweri's glasses which are quickly sloshed out as The Man's Partner hangs on their backs. "Where are my manners? I fer'got to introduce myself. Name's George!", he shakes the both of them and notices their empty glasses. "HEY! YOU WITH THE BIG BREASTS! TOP OFF MY FRIENDS HERE THEY SAVED LIVES TODAY MISS!" She then sighs puts on a fake smile and then tops off Zaweri's and Ivan's glasses once more.

The bartender puts a bottle of scotch right next to Eli's favorite drinking hand.

"Right, now that's that, let's go visit the bar. Make sure the rest of the party aren't being shanked in a bar fight." Duncan says before he heads over to the bar.

Eli rises with the crowd, shouting unintelligible celebrations as he clasps the bottle of scotch like a long lost friend. Popping it open with a thumb, he tilts it down, head tilted back, and pours a good half the bottle down his throat right then and there before chucking the rest behind him. He reaches into a coat pocket with his unoccupied hand, getting a good handful of Adderall, Xanax, and Ambien before dumping the pills into his mouth and swallowing them dry.

"Yeah! Part-ay! Woo! You guys...you guys are my best friends, you know that?" Eli leans against the bar, sliding towards George, Ivan, and Zaweri with this comment. "I....I love you, man." Tears are visible in the doctor's eyes as he slowly rests his head on George's shoulder.