Koenig808
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The bathroom was filled with a deep, booming "HOARRRGHH!!" and the sound of a heavy stream of vomit filling the bottom of the toilet bowl with cloudy, red and orange bits of food, as the bowling ball in his stomach became a bit lighter. "Uh, fuck..." He breathed rather heavily, his throat physically hurting from vomiting for over five minutes. His cheek on the relatively clean rim of the bowl and his hand gripping it, he spat the last bits of vomit out from his mouth and showered, cursing the bartender who sold him the last bit of high-proof liquor.
"Fucking bullshit..." He muttered to himself, not bothering to put on the top of his uniform. It was too damn hot for him at the moment, anyway, so he resorted to wearing a white wife beater while talking a nice little walk down the decreasingly wavy and wobbly hallways of the NSS Alliance, ignoring the salutes from lower enlisted men and frantically saluting any officer he met on his way to the cafeteria. "If that fuckin' sugar-tit caretaker gives me any shit..." He muttered to nobody in particular, just the two boots that hit the floor every time he stumbled.
"Fucking bullshit..." He muttered to himself, not bothering to put on the top of his uniform. It was too damn hot for him at the moment, anyway, so he resorted to wearing a white wife beater while talking a nice little walk down the decreasingly wavy and wobbly hallways of the NSS Alliance, ignoring the salutes from lower enlisted men and frantically saluting any officer he met on his way to the cafeteria. "If that fuckin' sugar-tit caretaker gives me any shit..." He muttered to nobody in particular, just the two boots that hit the floor every time he stumbled.