Drink Count: 7 | Milkfield

[eyesofaserpent]

[Well, Crowley and April agreed to alternate days on who drinks the milk (after much debate/arguing).]


[Day 1: Extra Fortified Poison | Action - 915 Bilko Boulevard]

[Crowley drinks the milk down and almost immediately starts to feel sick. Sweat starts beading on his brow.]

Bollocks, I don't think that milk was good...


[Day 3: Razor Blades | Action - 915 Bilko Boulevard]

[He starts to drink the milk hesitantly and stops moments later, a loud expletive leaving his lips. He spits out a razor blade.]

This is bloody insane.

[He grabs a strainer a bowl, straining out the milk into it. There are at least twenty more blades in the strainer when he's done, but he finishes up the milk this time without much trouble.]


[Day 5: Hormone Free Milk | Action - Olney's Tavern]

[Crowley is irritably drying glasses.]

The next person who orders a Manhattan is getting it dumped on their lap.

Comments

Day 1

[slave_of_suzumiya]

... Are you sure it's a good idea to actually be drinking that?

[eyesofaserpent]

No... I feel sick. That milk was bad.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Damn... I'd help if I could, but... I'm not exactly well versed in antidotes or anything.

[eyesofaserpent]

Thanks kid...

[He doubles over, clutching at his stomach.]

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Uh... Need help with anything?

[eyesofaserpent]

Might need a bucket...

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Right, a bucket. Lovely.

[He'll go fetch one from wherever it is you might find a bucket in the house and bring it back.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[Probably the garage or the closet with the mop. Either way, Crowley takes it gratefully and just clutches it for the time being looking green at the gills.]

Do yourself a favor and don't drink any of that milk.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

Yeah, I'm not thinking that'll be a problem.

[eyesofaserpent]

Good. Wise move.

[slave_of_suzumiya]

I suppose I'll leave you here to deal with your bucket then? It's not exactly the most enjoyable spectator sport.

[eyesofaserpent]

Y.... yeah...

[There's a long pause and the bucket drops to floor.]

[slave_of_suzumiya]

[Kyon has already started to leave, but he hears the bucket hit the floor. He replied without turning back to look, just in case there was some kind of ungodly horrible scene behind him...]

Uh, I think you dropped your bucket?

[eyesofaserpent]

[There's no response. He's thankfully passed out, but it won't be long for the poison to kill him.]

[slave_of_suzumiya]

(... Crap. He's out. Uh, what should I do?)

Hey, you okay? [Prod? Prod? ... Okay, let's at least get the bucket back into his lap.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[He's not waking.]

[slave_of_suzumiya]

[Well, now Kyon is not sure what to do. So uh... He'll just leave him positioned there with his bucket in the off chance he does wake up later.]

[eyesofaserpent]

[Not until tomorrow morning~]