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Nacho's.....Whiskey....; Rage and Vinj. Tactics. Kinda. Or Not.
Topic Started: Feb 13 2005, 06:01 PM (50 Views)
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This is 95% Dan's work. I literally added the last 3 lines, and the coding. Go me. And the crap title.

The camera blurs into focus on a white screen. Wait, no. The screen zooms out and an eye comes slowly into focus. Upon further zooming and things like a face, we recognise that the eye belongs to none-other than 'Vinj'. While we're all shocked out of our boots the camera swings around to show a long wide plank in the middle of a wall. The plank resonates are lovely pine rattle as Vinj rolls his knuckles across it and the door becomes slightly ajar. An apathetic 'come in' can be heard and Vinj pushes the door the rest of the way in.

Vinj: Heeeey!

The camera shows the inside of a room. It has no defining features other than a whisky bottle sat close to a Silent Rage sitting at a table rolling a shot glass against his thumb and index finger. After getting no response from the bearded fellow Vinj presses in further and sets his camera down on the table opposite his tag partner. Vinj then walks over and finds himself a seat next to Rage.

Vinj: Hey. It's me. Vinj.

Rage puts his glass down, and turns his fixation onto the white-haired man sat next to him. Rage opens his mouth to speak...but nothing comes out. Deciding that he has nothing to say, he closes his mouth, fetches the whisky bottle and feeds it into the shot glass.

Vinj: So...that whisky you got there?

A poor shot and starting a conversation, but one that gathers a response none-the-less.

Rage: ...yes.

Vinj: Ah.

Rage quickly empties the contents of his glass into his mouth.

Vinj: You mind if I have some?

Rage looks at Vinj, then at his beloved whisky bottle. He reaches out to the bottle and slides it over the table towards Vinj, leaving a trail of perspiration towards it's resting place. Vinj picks the bottle up in his right hand and analyses the contents. Vinj then takes a swig of the bottle. Vinj's cheeks bludge and his eyes squint as he tries to take the liquid down.

Rage: You don't have to drink it if you don't want to.

Vinj then opens his mouth to speak, leaving the whisky to dribble out of the sides of his mouth.

Vinj: Nah, whishky's gwate, man. I lurve whishky.

The liquid contents of Vinj's mouth are emptied out onto his black making a wet 'V' pattern around his neck. Rage then snatches his bottle away from Vinj, not wanting him to waste any more of his precious life blood.

Vinj: So...we have a match this week, yeah?

Rage begins to drink out of his whisky bottle, not bothering himself with the glass anymore.

Vinj: Yeah. So you heard about Maclay? He’s a nacho man. Nachos are risky business if you ask me. Cos there's always, like, that one nucleus chip. You know that chip that's connected to all the cheese and stuff? And if you pull that one out you’re screwed. You’re just left with plain corn chips. That's a whole meal wrecked. And then arguments break out between you and the chips. Bad things are said about both parties, feelings are hurt, and-

Vinj begins pounding his hand against the table for no apparent reason.

WHY WON’T YOU DIE, YOU FILTHY STERILE TOOL OF THE DEVIL!! YOU CHIPS BARON OF DRESSINGS AND CHEESE!!! SHUTUP-NO! JUST-SHUTUP!!! DIIIII-EEEEE!

...

Vinj: So as you can see, Maclay’s just asking for trouble.

Rage attempts to down the whole bottle, and almost does so. Alcohol poising is looking much more attractive than putting up with Vinj’s jibber at this point in time.

Vinj: Hey, the other day I was eating some ovaltine, right? And just as I got to the end a big wad of undiluted powder burst up to the surface. Something to do with air pockets at the bottle of the glass I think. Anyways, I stirred it up with my little bit of milk that was left and it was all like, concentrated and stuff. Life's just good like that sometimes, don't ya reckon?

Rage turns towards Vinj once again, ready to blast him with some age-tested wisdom.

Rage: No.

Vinj nods, accepting Rage's answer and then throwing into the trash bin inside his head.

Rage: So did you come in here for a reason? Other than to waste my time, of course.

Vinj looks a bit taken back by Rage's rather insensitive comments.

Vinj: Uhhhh, no. Not really. I had nothin' to do so I thought I'd see what you were up to. Jayne's pretty busy these days, so we don't really hang out that much. And then there's that whole vengeance thing going on with his boss, so...yeah, it gets awkward sometimes. And, ya know, I saw you on the tele and you looked like you needed something to do so-

Rage: So you thought you'd come to annoy me? Thanks. Really.

Vinj: Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.

A corner of Rage’s lip is tugged up as his surplus of Office knowledge takes note of the phrase coined by David Brent, but the smile soon fades away as soon as Rage realises what he's doing. An awkward pause customary to any conversation with Vinj then pulls up a chair next to the two men. After a moment or two, Vinj stabs Mr. Pause in the eye with a rusty fish hook and he politely makes his way out of the room.

Vinj: So. You watch that Peak Practice last night?

Rage huffs out what humour is left in his funny bone and his smile upgrades to a state of the art grin. But, again, the ever-serious Rage stomps out all connotations of getting along with Vinj.

Rage: No. I didn't. And neither did you.

Vinj: I might of.

Rage: Look, just take your toy *Rage motions his eyes towards the camera* and leave. I really don’t want any company.

Vinj looks down at the ground, a downcast face looking back up at Silent Rage.

Vinj: Whatever. See you out in the ring.

Vinj scratches the chair out from the table and then gets up from his seat. Vinj heads out of the camera’s view and then we assume he slings the camera up onto shoulders as the camera, coincidently keeping Rage in view before turning around and heading towards the door.

Rage: Hey Vinj.

The camera swings around, in conjunction with Vinj's attention.

Rage: It's not Whiskey, it's Bourbon. You fancy a drop another time..................forget it.

Rage gets up from his table and turns away, leaving Vinj to stare at him for a second or two, before turning, and exiting the room.
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