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[h3][color=c4df9b]~Ramses Reinholdt~[/color][/h3]


[color=aqua]"No need to rush, I'd rather have mine on the rocks. Why don't we sit over there?"[/color] 

Ramses looked over to where the guy had pointed out. The area didn’t seem that mu-

Oh. Helloooooo Nurse.

A bald beauty was all alone wi- WHOA WHOA WHOA WAIT. The girl crushed a glass in her hand. Then, without so much as a yelp, went about pouring her alcohol onto her wounds and gathering up the glass. Then she cracked open another bother. Geez...talk about a woman after his own heart. Good to see she had her priorities in check.

[color=aqua]"Hey, I don't know why your so upset, but don't beat yourself up over it. Things could have been worse. Mind if I sit here?[/color]

Ah, she must have been another of the main team. Poor chick. It didn’t seem like she was taking things too well. Or maybe she was? Honestly, Ramses couldn’t quite get a bead on her. The booze conjurer didn’t seem to wait for a reply, he just moved into her bubble and pulled out some glasses, not saying a word about her obvious vandalism. Looks like he had his priorities settled as well. Good people, the lot o’ ‘em.

[color=aqua]"Straight or would you like it on the rocks too?"[/color]. 

[color=c4df9b]“Give it to me straight, doc, how long I got?”[/color]

Ramses took his drink and looked down at it with a soft smile. Victory, should it have a taste, would be akin to free booze, he felt. They were both so fulfilling.

[color=aqua]"Would you like some of this whiskey?"[/color]

[color=lime]"Thanks, but no thank you. I have my own right here."[/color]


Ramses was impressed. Did everyone on this goddamn team have a drinking problem so bad as to warrant carrying their own secret stash? Well...shoot. He had found his people. 

[color=lime]"I guess this isn't much of a celebration, since there's only three of us here."[/color]

Wow...both of them seemed so down. Everyone did, really. Ramses frowned. It wasn’t supposed to be like that. They had did it. They had made it. They fuckin’ survived. For a brief moment, he felt anger swirl inside him, but it passed as quickly as it arrived.

[color=c4df9b]“Hey, three’s company. Ain’t no reason why we can’t celebrate a little. You guys fuckin’ won out there. You went in, kicked some ass, took some names, and came home. Not all of you, but if that ain’t more reason to celebrate, then I don’t know what is.”[/color]

Ramses held his glass up.

[color=c4df9b]“You fuckin’ owe it to those that didn’t come back to keep on livin’. Because mopin’ around ain’t gonna fix a damn thing.”[/color]

Well...he might be getting a bit harsh, after all it just happened and grief was good but…

[color=c4df9b]“So let’s live, people. Let’s live enough for those that can’t. Show ‘em that they didn’t go out in vain. We’re fuckin’ SeeD.[/color]

Alright, so Ramses was a bit of a lightweight. After the few drinks he had before meeting these two, he was already a bit loose. Oh to hell with it. Live, fuckers. 

Live.

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