Voicetesting OR A little man to man talk.

[drunk_an_dangerous]

Oi, mun! Ye an' ah are gonna 'ave a little discussion right 'ere, right now. Ye 'ear me? Guid, cuz' ah'm only saying this once. Now...ah know yer wantin' tae send me tae a game, an' frankly? Ah'm all for it. An' wit the kinda game it is, even more-so. Mum's always goin' on about me needin' another job, three clearly ain't enough for 'er. Can't really blame 'er, wit mah father working over 20 of em' at a time. BUT! It'll be a cold day in the devil's boilin' hot Hell before ye take away me alcohol. Ah don care who the hell runs the joint or what the damn rules are.

They touch me scrumpy, ah'm breakin' their 'and. S' all ah gotta say on that topic. [buuurrrpppp]

Ah, 'cuse me thar.

Comments

[hasstandards]

Considerin' we were both holed up in the house with her dotin' on us? Yeah. Ended up in a lot of uncomfortable talks about it.

[drunk_an_dangerous]

Ah'll bet. Did 'e punish ye?

[hasstandards]

Nah. Havin' 'im glare at me for a couple of weeks was bad enough. Mum wouldn't really let him on account of the lump on my head.

[drunk_an_dangerous]

Yeah, lettin' em' down can be worse than gettin' punished, though.

[hasstandards]

Truer words never spoken.

[drunk_an_dangerous]

...yeah...

[A W K W A R D]

[hasstandards]

[And now there's some silence. Sniper adjusts the hat on his head and reaches into his vest, getting his smokes. He offers the box to Demoman.]

You want one?

[drunk_an_dangerous]

Ah'll pass. Ain't much o' a smoker. Thanks anyway, mate.

[hasstandards]

Right. Smokin' would be a bit dangerous in your job. Mine, too, though I'm not likely to have gunpowder on me after the battle.

[drunk_an_dangerous]

Yeah, s' true. Never found the appeal, tae be honest.

[hasstandards]

S'alright. I never found the appeal of bein' stonkered all the time, either.

[drunk_an_dangerous]

S' not like ah'm stonkered all the time.

Just on the job. Usually.

[hasstandards]

... Usually.

[drunk_an_dangerous]

Ah like a guid bottle every now an' then at home.

[Or five.]

Who doesn't?

[hasstandards]

Blokes who don't drink much, I expect.

[drunk_an_dangerous]

Bah, who cares what they think. They wouldn't know a guid time if it bit em' right on the arse!

[hasstandards]

People've said that about me once or twice. Maybe that's the reason.

[drunk_an_dangerous]

'S possible, mate. Ye ever try tae drink more?

[hasstandards]

I don't handle myself well when drunk.

[drunk_an_dangerous]

That's why ye need tae drink more, lad. 'Ere, ah'll start ye off.

[And he pulls out one of his m a n y bottles of scrumpy and hands it to you.]

[hasstandards]

[He holds his hands up, declining politely.]

I don't drink with teammates. I've learned my lesson on that.

[drunk_an_dangerous]

Oi! What, ye donnae trust me?

[He looks offended.]

Come on lad! It's me we're talkin' about. Ah wouldn't let ye do anything stupid.

[hasstandards]

It's not you I don't trust when drunk.

[drunk_an_dangerous]

Well then what's the big deal? It's not whoever the bloody 'ell yer talking about, it's me fer cryin' out loud.

[hasstandards]

I meant me. I don't trust me when I'm drunk.