NationStates Jolt Archive

Alexei and Prince John sat on the couch, watching the TV show Best Executons of the 21st Century on CourtTV as they downed some of the vodka. "When are they arriving?" Alexei shrugged.

"I dunno." He stood up and walked away from the couch array and the TV, looking at some of the books along the wall, seeing the two oak doors, the entrance to the lounge. Turning around, the mahogany bar, clearly the centrepiece of the room, stood like a throne on an altar in the red carpeted room. He glanced over to the billiard and card tables to his right, noticing their emptiness. I haven't been in here for awhile.

Mecklersburg castle was an old one, dating about 1200s, but it was refurbished to fit Dersconi needs. It, however, is only a retreat for the Tsar, and was not typically used much, so it was small, relative to most of the Dersconi construction products since...well, since it's foundation.

Alexei was nearly drunk due to his consumption of alchohol, but that'd make the night all the better. He needed time off, anyways. Stressful, it was.

Jack moseyed into the lounge, a tad bit late, but he figured that it was better late than never. He was unusally relaxed as he work simple khaki shorts, sandals, and a Hawaiian shirt.

He waved to Alexei and Prince John on the couch. "Howdy, folks. Sorry I'm a little late."

John stumbled in through the door. He had thrown his rovolver tot he guard outside the door. He wore somewhat baggy track pants, a white t-shirt that said "The Tiki Bar" with a Tiki symbol on it, and under the symbol it said, Myrtle Metro Area, CR and an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt over it.

He walked in, holding a can of beer.
"Ey, Alexei, how you doing!" He embraced him in greeting, then walked over to his drinking buddy. He poured himself a shot of something, and mixed it together with something else. He embraced John and he said,
"Lets drink!" He chugged it down.

Alexei shook his head at the two people in hawaiian shirts, chuckling. John, however, was also wearing one, as well as shorts and instead of sandals, no shoes at all, so that made Alexei the odd man out, him wearing a T-shirt with the proclemation of "I live in my own little world, but it's okay, they know me here," some black shorts and black loafers.

"Nice of you to come. And John, that beer sucks. Get that crap out of my lounge!" He picked up a cuestick and twirled it around a bit in his hands. "Anyone wanna go? It's been awhile." He was referring to Jack, mostly, as the two John's were well aquainted with each other, both having downed at least five shots since their arrival not thirty seconds ago. It was a self-serve bar.

"It's been a while since I could just sit back and relax," John said, leaning on the bar.

"Oh, shut the hell up. You've been playing golf all week in Nova Prussia."

"That's hard work! Those colonists are better with the smaller gravitational pull!"

"No, you just suck." John shrugged and downed another shot.

"That too."

John shrugged and pushed the can into the trash.
"Id rank the rest on the way over." He saw that Pricne John had no shoes, so he flipped his flip flops off and he said to Alexei,
"Alright, I'll play." He picked up the sticked and attempted to hit the white ball. He frowned, and realised he had missed it by a mile. He walked over to the dart board, and said to Alexei,
"You trust me to throw this at you, but make it miss by an inch? And get some music on!"

Feeling like having something to drink, Jack grabbed the first thing he saw at the bar, vodka, and poured it into a small clear glass. Usually he had Guiness beer, but this time he wanted to try something different.

“You know…” he said waving the glass around. “…I hardly ever drink this stuff.”

Unwisely, he took a big slug of the stuff and started to cough loudly. “Damn, that crap's strong.”

Resting the glass back down on the bar counter and after clearing his throat, he nodded to Alexei about playing a game of pool.

“Ah what the hell. I’ll give it a go. Haven’t played in a while.”

He quickly grabbed a pool stick from off of the rack and set up the balls in the triangle.

“You wanna break?”

John cracked up at his attempt to drink the Vodfa straight up. He said,
"Not a heavy drinker, are you?"

Clearing his throat again, Jack replied somewhat weakly. "Hell, no. I rarely touch the strong stuff. Now as for my wife, she can down a whole bottle of that crap and not have it faze her."

He slid the glass of vodka away and grabbed himself a bottle of beer from behind the bar.

"Now, this I can drink."

John laughed as Jack choked on the vodka. "Alchohol tolerance not up there, eh? Don't worry, stick with us, that'll change. Of course, you'll get nasty hangovers in the beginning, but those start to fade eventually." He grabbed a glass of whatever bourbon he picked at random from the case and walked over.

Alexei nodded at Jack. "Sure, if you want." He lined up the cueball with the triangle and wailed it, causing the ball to smash straight through the triangle, and embedding itself in the wall of the table. Alexei grunted. "Damnit, I always overcompensate that." He walked over and plucked the ball out of the wall and nodded to Jack. "I suppose that's a scratch. Your shot." When Antonette started speaking again, Alexei turned to look, seeing the pointy end of a dart facing him.

"Jesus! You keep that thing pointed at the dartboard. I don't trust you with that thing even if you were sober!"

"I have perfect aim!" John turned and faced the dartboard, threw it, and it smashed into the wall, 3 feet away from the board.
"When I'm not drinking I have good aim." He laughed. He walked over, plopped himself on the couch and grabbed a bottle of beer. He popped it opened, and took a swig. He looked at the executions and said,
"They never show the msot creative ones! Too bloody for them I guess."