*Homage grabs the shot, downing it in a fluid movement, as if by muscle memory*

Homage: Because all the fun talking comes AFTER the drinks.

*I look to Homage*

“Because… This brew is extremely… Strong… Made with special ingredient… Takes effect sooner…”

*I stop serving the shots*

*Awkward silence overtakes the room*

Homage: So.... Now we wait?

*6 seconds later the alcohol kicks in*

“You like?…"

"Woah... This stuff is weird..."

Homage: Heheh, It's almost more drug than it is alchohol!

“Do… You believe… In ghosts?"

Homage: You brew your own whiskey? Well damn, it's good!

Calamity: We gonna talk? 'Er drink?

*Passes out more rounds*

"Why can’t we do both?…"

*Homage grabs the shot, downing it in a fluid movement, as if by muscle memory*

Homage: Because all the fun talking comes AFTER the drinks.

*I look to Homage*

“Because… This brew is extremely… Strong… Made with special ingredient… Takes effect sooner…”

*I stop serving the shots*

*Awkward silence overtakes the room*

Homage: So.... Now we wait?

*6 seconds later the alcohol kicks in*

“You like?…"

"Woah... This stuff is weird..."

Homage: Heheh, It's almost more drug than it is alchohol!

“Do… You believe… In ghosts?"

*More drinks are handed out and downed once more*

Homage: You better have a lot of whiskey then.

“I’ve got…. 6 kegs of whiskey… Homemade…"

Homage: You brew your own whiskey? Well damn, it's good!

Calamity: We gonna talk? 'Er drink?

*Passes out more rounds*

"Why can’t we do both?…"

*Homage grabs the shot, downing it in a fluid movement, as if by muscle memory*

Homage: Because all the fun talking comes AFTER the drinks.

*I look to Homage*

“Because… This brew is extremely… Strong… Made with special ingredient… Takes effect sooner…”

*I stop serving the shots*

*Awkward silence overtakes the room*

Homage: So.... Now we wait?

*6 seconds later the alcohol kicks in*

“You like?…"

"Woah... This stuff is weird..."

Homage: Heheh, It's almost more drug than it is alchohol!

“Do… You believe… In ghosts?"

*Calamity and Pip take the first shot with little trouble, Homage shoots down the whiskey and pickle juice, looking unphased*

Homage: How many of these do you want to do?

“The idea… Is to do it… Till you can’t sit up right…"

*More drinks are handed out and downed once more*

Homage: You better have a lot of whiskey then.

“I’ve got…. 6 kegs of whiskey… Homemade…"

Homage: You brew your own whiskey? Well damn, it's good!

Calamity: We gonna talk? 'Er drink?

*Passes out more rounds*

"Why can’t we do both?…"

*Homage grabs the shot, downing it in a fluid movement, as if by muscle memory*

Homage: Because all the fun talking comes AFTER the drinks.

*I look to Homage*

“Because… This brew is extremely… Strong… Made with special ingredient… Takes effect sooner…”

*I stop serving the shots*

*Awkward silence overtakes the room*

Homage: So.... Now we wait?

*6 seconds later the alcohol kicks in*

“You like?…"

"Woah... This stuff is weird..."

Homage: Heheh, It's almost more drug than it is alchohol!

“Do… You believe… In ghosts?"

Homage: Yeah! You can always count me in for a drinking game!

Homage: Awwww fuck yeah!

"I'm game"

Calamity: Ahm all for it.

“Homage?… You wish to join?…"

Homage: Yeah! You can always count me in for a drinking game!

Homage: Dirty Fins?

Calamity: What're dirty fins?

“A shot of Whiskey with a Hot Sauce/Pickle Juice chaser… It’s a hardcore drinking game…”

*Starts setting up the shots*

Homage: Awwww fuck yeah!

"I'm game"

Calamity: Ahm all for it.

“Homage?… You wish to join?…"

Homage: Yeah! You can always count me in for a drinking game!

Calamity: Doesn't that get borin'?

*I walk back in, Homage in tow*

Homage: Hey Calamity!

Calamity: Howdy!

*I pull out a bottle of Whiskey, Nährstoff Schütteln, Hot Sauce, and jar of pickle juice*

“Lets do Dirty Fins!"

Homage: Dirty Fins?

Calamity: What're dirty fins?

“A shot of Whiskey with a Hot Sauce/Pickle Juice chaser… It’s a hardcore drinking game…”

*Starts setting up the shots*

Homage: Awwww fuck yeah!

"I'm game"

Calamity: Ahm all for it.

“Homage?… You wish to join?…"

Homage: Yeah! You can always count me in for a drinking game!

HI

Calamity: Guard th' door? Yer sayin' you don't get any sleep at all?

"The benefits of mutation…"

Calamity: Doesn't that get borin'?

*I walk back in, Homage in tow*

Homage: Hey Calamity!

Calamity: Howdy!

*I pull out a bottle of Whiskey, Nährstoff Schütteln, Hot Sauce, and jar of pickle juice*

“Lets do Dirty Fins!"

Homage: Dirty Fins?

Calamity: What're dirty fins?

“A shot of Whiskey with a Hot Sauce/Pickle Juice chaser… It’s a hardcore drinking game…”

*Starts setting up the shots*

Homage: Awwww fuck yeah!

"I'm game"

Calamity: Ahm all for it.

“Homage?… You wish to join?…"

Homage: Yeah! You can always count me in for a drinking game!

*I leave the room, leaving you and Calamity alone*

Calamity: So.... you know you don't have t' sleep on th' floor.

“I don’t sleep… I guard the door…"

Calamity: Guard th' door? Yer sayin' you don't get any sleep at all?

"The benefits of mutation…"

Calamity: Doesn't that get borin'?

*I walk back in, Homage in tow*

Homage: Hey Calamity!

Calamity: Howdy!

*I pull out a bottle of Whiskey, Nährstoff Schütteln, Hot Sauce, and jar of pickle juice*

“Lets do Dirty Fins!"

Homage: Dirty Fins?

Calamity: What're dirty fins?

“A shot of Whiskey with a Hot Sauce/Pickle Juice chaser… It’s a hardcore drinking game…”

*Starts setting up the shots*

Homage: Awwww fuck yeah!

"I'm game"

Calamity: Ahm all for it.

“Homage?… You wish to join?…"

Homage: Yeah! You can always count me in for a drinking game!

You act like you have a choice.

*I look uncomfortable with the conversation, and have to will the words out of my mouth*

"She's gotten better. Also, she's stopped voicing the radio. Someone else does it now, she only helps..."

“I noticed… Different vernacular… Different mood…”

*I pull out ingredients for making Nährstoff Schütteln. Some of them you know for making PTM’s and some other more, vile drugs*

“Bring her to the room… We’ll do shots…"

*I leave the room, leaving you and Calamity alone*

Calamity: So.... you know you don't have t' sleep on th' floor.

“I don’t sleep… I guard the door…"

Calamity: Guard th' door? Yer sayin' you don't get any sleep at all?

"The benefits of mutation…"

Calamity: Doesn't that get borin'?

*I walk back in, Homage in tow*

Homage: Hey Calamity!

Calamity: Howdy!

*I pull out a bottle of Whiskey, Nährstoff Schütteln, Hot Sauce, and jar of pickle juice*

“Lets do Dirty Fins!"

Homage: Dirty Fins?

Calamity: What're dirty fins?

“A shot of Whiskey with a Hot Sauce/Pickle Juice chaser… It’s a hardcore drinking game…”

*Starts setting up the shots*

Homage: Awwww fuck yeah!

"I'm game"

Calamity: Ahm all for it.

“Homage?… You wish to join?…"

Homage: Yeah! You can always count me in for a drinking game!

*Little Pip looks towards the ground with a sad look in her eyes*

"Oh... that was a long time ago...."

“Now she talks like a stallion… PTSD is a bitch…"

*I look uncomfortable with the conversation, and have to will the words out of my mouth*

"She's gotten better. Also, she's stopped voicing the radio. Someone else does it now, she only helps..."

“I noticed… Different vernacular… Different mood…”

*I pull out ingredients for making Nährstoff Schütteln. Some of them you know for making PTM’s and some other more, vile drugs*

“Bring her to the room… We’ll do shots…"

*I leave the room, leaving you and Calamity alone*

Calamity: So.... you know you don't have t' sleep on th' floor.

“I don’t sleep… I guard the door…"

Calamity: Guard th' door? Yer sayin' you don't get any sleep at all?

"The benefits of mutation…"

Calamity: Doesn't that get borin'?

*I walk back in, Homage in tow*

Homage: Hey Calamity!

Calamity: Howdy!

*I pull out a bottle of Whiskey, Nährstoff Schütteln, Hot Sauce, and jar of pickle juice*

“Lets do Dirty Fins!"

Homage: Dirty Fins?

Calamity: What're dirty fins?

“A shot of Whiskey with a Hot Sauce/Pickle Juice chaser… It’s a hardcore drinking game…”

*Starts setting up the shots*

Homage: Awwww fuck yeah!

"I'm game"

Calamity: Ahm all for it.

“Homage?… You wish to join?…"

Homage: Yeah! You can always count me in for a drinking game!

*Pip looks to you with a mix of confusion and offense*

"What do you mean?"

“She had a distress signal… That played everyday… She spoke of somepony… Joke Blue… He was hurt or dead… Everyone in New Cloudsdale listened to her… But we couldn’t do anything… We did not where the place she spoke of was… Nor did we have the resources… For search parties…?

*Little Pip looks towards the ground with a sad look in her eyes*

"Oh... that was a long time ago...."

“Now she talks like a stallion… PTSD is a bitch…"

*I look uncomfortable with the conversation, and have to will the words out of my mouth*

"She's gotten better. Also, she's stopped voicing the radio. Someone else does it now, she only helps..."

“I noticed… Different vernacular… Different mood…”

*I pull out ingredients for making Nährstoff Schütteln. Some of them you know for making PTM’s and some other more, vile drugs*

“Bring her to the room… We’ll do shots…"

*I leave the room, leaving you and Calamity alone*

Calamity: So.... you know you don't have t' sleep on th' floor.

“I don’t sleep… I guard the door…"

Calamity: Guard th' door? Yer sayin' you don't get any sleep at all?

"The benefits of mutation…"

Calamity: Doesn't that get borin'?

*I walk back in, Homage in tow*

Homage: Hey Calamity!

Calamity: Howdy!

*I pull out a bottle of Whiskey, Nährstoff Schütteln, Hot Sauce, and jar of pickle juice*

“Lets do Dirty Fins!"

Homage: Dirty Fins?

Calamity: What're dirty fins?

“A shot of Whiskey with a Hot Sauce/Pickle Juice chaser… It’s a hardcore drinking game…”

*Starts setting up the shots*

Homage: Awwww fuck yeah!

"I'm game"

Calamity: Ahm all for it.

“Homage?… You wish to join?…"

Homage: Yeah! You can always count me in for a drinking game!

"That would be my marefriend, why do you ask?"

“I listened to her… Everyday… On the radio… 13 years ago… Such a sad pony…"

*Pip looks to you with a mix of confusion and offense*

"What do you mean?"

“She had a distress signal… That played everyday… She spoke of somepony… Joke Blue… He was hurt or dead… Everyone in New Cloudsdale listened to her… But we couldn’t do anything… We did not where the place she spoke of was… Nor did we have the resources… For search parties…?

*Little Pip looks towards the ground with a sad look in her eyes*

"Oh... that was a long time ago...."

“Now she talks like a stallion… PTSD is a bitch…"

*I look uncomfortable with the conversation, and have to will the words out of my mouth*

"She's gotten better. Also, she's stopped voicing the radio. Someone else does it now, she only helps..."

“I noticed… Different vernacular… Different mood…”

*I pull out ingredients for making Nährstoff Schütteln. Some of them you know for making PTM’s and some other more, vile drugs*

“Bring her to the room… We’ll do shots…"

*I leave the room, leaving you and Calamity alone*

Calamity: So.... you know you don't have t' sleep on th' floor.

“I don’t sleep… I guard the door…"

Calamity: Guard th' door? Yer sayin' you don't get any sleep at all?

"The benefits of mutation…"

Calamity: Doesn't that get borin'?

*I walk back in, Homage in tow*

Homage: Hey Calamity!

Calamity: Howdy!

*I pull out a bottle of Whiskey, Nährstoff Schütteln, Hot Sauce, and jar of pickle juice*

“Lets do Dirty Fins!"

Homage: Dirty Fins?

Calamity: What're dirty fins?

“A shot of Whiskey with a Hot Sauce/Pickle Juice chaser… It’s a hardcore drinking game…”

*Starts setting up the shots*

Homage: Awwww fuck yeah!

"I'm game"

Calamity: Ahm all for it.

“Homage?… You wish to join?…"

Homage: Yeah! You can always count me in for a drinking game!

"Well.... Alright. I guess that's a good reason."

Calamity: Welcom' ta th' crew partner!

Calamity: Well why did'ja decide that if ya took a merc job, you wouldn't come back?

“It was… Better… Than being a marauder…"

"Well.... Alright. I guess that's a good reason."

Calamity: Welcom' ta th' crew partner!

"Why didn't you just turn down the job?"

“I could not sit and do nothing…"

Calamity: Well why did'ja decide that if ya took a merc job, you wouldn't come back?

“It was… Better… Than being a marauder…"

"Well.... Alright. I guess that's a good reason."

Calamity: Welcom' ta th' crew partner!

Calamity: Ah see...

"I'm still confused as to of why you decided to leave instead..."

“I am… A Minister of Death… I cannot act without killing… It is why… I couldn’t train Slig’s ponies… They would die if I tried…"

"Why didn't you just turn down the job?"

“I could not sit and do nothing…"

Calamity: Well why did'ja decide that if ya took a merc job, you wouldn't come back?

“It was… Better… Than being a marauder…"

"Well.... Alright. I guess that's a good reason."

Calamity: Welcom' ta th' crew partner!

"That's no reason to leave, you could have stayed there, even if you weren't yelling at ponies."

“My… Methods are… Too brutal for foals…"

Calamity: Ah see...

"I'm still confused as to of why you decided to leave instead..."

“I am… A Minister of Death… I cannot act without killing… It is why… I couldn’t train Slig’s ponies… They would die if I tried…"

"Why didn't you just turn down the job?"

“I could not sit and do nothing…"

Calamity: Well why did'ja decide that if ya took a merc job, you wouldn't come back?

“It was… Better… Than being a marauder…"

"Well.... Alright. I guess that's a good reason."

Calamity: Welcom' ta th' crew partner!