Евгений Борисович Волгин (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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smash_logs2012-02-03 11:24 pm
colonelcrotchgrab) wrote in smash_logs2012-02-03 11:24 pm
It's a sticky contradiction, it's a thing you call creation...
Who: In Soviet Russia, log posts to YOU. Because Volgin is chilling in here.
What: Drunken wandering
Where: Dormitory rooftop
When: The weekends of the 4th and 5th, and 11th and 12th
Warnings: Cursing and liquor, mostly. Someone is anxious. And possibly looking for relationship advice.
Volgin laughed to himself. Laughed. Balked at the cold, watching his hot breath come out in the largest of puffs from his powerful chest. Just laughed. He could smell the alcohol everywhere at this point (it felt like everywhere), and he had to count how many bottles it took for him to come down this low. They were arranged around his feet, like the executed. Just like the executed! He really needed it too, savoring this mental image, needed to drown his worries in the drink like a sack with a culled litter.
And, little did anyone know, he might have been trawling for help in the most awkward way. If someone had a good eye, if someone looked quite carefully, if they so dared to study this large figure minding his own business on the roof, they might have caught the tiniest of glimmers in his hand, something that was not a natural spark and crackle of his biological thunder.
Meanwhile, he would be swinging his massive feet over the ledge, tempting danger under the influence of the alcohol in his blood.
((Just specify a time, if you want to dare come out on the roof with his... "wonderful" company.))
What: Drunken wandering
Where: Dormitory rooftop
When: The weekends of the 4th and 5th, and 11th and 12th
Warnings: Cursing and liquor, mostly. Someone is anxious. And possibly looking for relationship advice.
Volgin laughed to himself. Laughed. Balked at the cold, watching his hot breath come out in the largest of puffs from his powerful chest. Just laughed. He could smell the alcohol everywhere at this point (it felt like everywhere), and he had to count how many bottles it took for him to come down this low. They were arranged around his feet, like the executed. Just like the executed! He really needed it too, savoring this mental image, needed to drown his worries in the drink like a sack with a culled litter.
And, little did anyone know, he might have been trawling for help in the most awkward way. If someone had a good eye, if someone looked quite carefully, if they so dared to study this large figure minding his own business on the roof, they might have caught the tiniest of glimmers in his hand, something that was not a natural spark and crackle of his biological thunder.
Meanwhile, he would be swinging his massive feet over the ledge, tempting danger under the influence of the alcohol in his blood.
((Just specify a time, if you want to dare come out on the roof with his... "wonderful" company.))
The 5th, idk what time.
The smaller Russian peeped out from their balcony and looked around. As he was going to go back inside, he looked up and saw his lover, drunk, on the roof.
"... Yevgeny."
After midnight, likely. Someone's bed got too cold.
Volgin was looking right down at the pretty little white head. And the scowling face attached to it. He was not laughing at every little thing anymore now. His palm clenched tighter around the small object.
"I'll be down soon!" He spoke in Russian, as per usual. "I need some air."
And the company of a pack.
Giant teddy bear missing.
They were Russian, after all.
Well, you better go retrieve it.
"You want me to jump? I can jump."
The balcony below swayed a bit. Dangerously so, too, but Volgin was confident in himself. He had no fear of heights sober and no concept of heights intoxicated.
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And, he had a better idea:
"You want to come up here with me instead?"
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"How the hell did you get up there in the first place...?"