victory_road | closed log- High as a kite on berries

Who: Venom Snake and Handsome Jack

Where: Ecruteak City

When: 20th August post Ghost event

Summary: Jack spoke earlier in the month to Venom about the properties of some berries and now it seems Snake wants to find out about these "properties."

Rating: R because of drug induced states and probably indecent conversation.

Log:

Snake was actually glad the ghost event was now over and could relax somewhat without the threat of a maniac psychopath wreathed in fire chasing him. He had just picked a handful of new coloured berries and wondered what they would taste like. His Pokémon had looked to their master for the berries to become their breakfast but that wasn't going to happen today. Nope. Snake was planning to meet up with Jack and discuss berries in a more....adult approach. Could you really get high on a berry? Drunk, even? Snake doubted it but it seemed Jack knew a lot about the properties of special berries.

This would be interesting.

"Huh. Wonder what this red one tastes like?"

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Jack had spent many a night experimenting with a number of flora on this weird-ass planet. Which offers nothing that he's used to.

What he wouldn't give for a fat roll of good Truxican chiba. Or some 'shrooms. Not the frozen ones, those sucked. More than getting high off of Pokemon treats. Neither one has awesome side effects, but he hadn't been able to smell for a week after that little experiment.

And he's had a hell of a week. Again. Crissakes, what's happening? How's everything spinning out of control like this? Screw that. He needs to unwind. Really unwind. He doesn't have anyone to sleep with, he can't kill anyone...he's gotta get his kicks somewhere.

So he's got plans to hang out with one of his military buddies and hopefully get blazed as balls. Maybe he can forget the magnificent bruise he's currently sporting under his mask. Why was the ground so friggin hard?

He heads down to meet Snake in the hotel lobby. His mask hides the evidence of how tired he's actually feeling, but there's definitely a lull in Jack's usual boundless energy.

Snake looked up when he heard footsteps approaching where he was. It was Jack, yet he didn't look his usual chirpy self. Was it because of the past few days? The ghosts had pretty much frightened the hell out of most of the people living within the Pokémon world. He couldn't fault Jack if he too hadn't be affected somehow by the phantoms of the night.

"Hey, Jack. You ok? You look a little down." Snake was still holding the red berries within his palm.

"The words you're looking for are 'friggin' exhausted'. Been a long week. Had to fast travel between here and Goldenrod a bunch, had a lot going on. Doesn't matter!"

Because Handsome Jack didn't get 'down'. He was just tired. Who wouldn't be?

"Which is why I wanna get blasted. Or as good as you can get, here. Fair warning, I hope you don't have anything to do until like tomorrow afternoon, this stuff...." Jack clicks his tongue. "It's got a hell of a hangover."

"I don't blame you. This whole week has been crazy." Snake nodded. What with ghosts and festivals. It could drain the life out of any man, soldier or civilian alike. Jack was no weak man either.

"Blasted, huh? Sounds good to me. No, I don't have anything to do today. Let's try these berries." He opened up his palm and showed Jack his rather large berries. "Found these in a bush just outside of the Pokémon centre." He was proud of that fact. Yes he was.

"Shall we go somewhere more private to do this?" Snake didn't fancy being seen eating berries by other people. Who knows what might happen?

"Yeah, come up. I got a suite." Jack turned and headed back up. "And the stuff we want. There's...there's a lot of different crap. Some of it is not as fun. You just get the stupidly sick part and that's it."

But that was the price of self experimentation. Sometimes you got a trip to strange new world, sometimes you just got up close and personal with a toilet. Life was a gamble.

"I tell ya, I miss the drugs we got back home. hell, back home I got a lab full of dudes designing drugs just for me! It's...it's pretty awesome. Those guys could refine the shit out of these."

He probably could, too, if he had the time and equipment. Well, there were the labs at HQ. But he was sick and tired of doing all the damn work for everything.

Snake could guess what kind of berries they were going to try. The medic side of his being was screaming at him to not go through with this but his soldier/reckless side yearned for this. A chance to be free from pain and trouble, right? As far as PTSD and flashbacks went....this was a lesson in pain management.

"I'm not going to ask if you're off your head all the time back home." He shot Jack a sly smile, as they walked up to the private suite. It did seem that Jack was a hedonist and enjoyed getting off his face now and then. Why not? He could forget the world whilst high above in the clouds.

"What kind of drugs did you have back home?" Snake turned to Jack, as he walked.

"Uh...all the drugs?" Jack shrugged. "I dunno what you're used to, I could start naming stuff but it's not like it'd mean anything to you. I mean, I'm pretty partial to Truxican chiba and luna dust, but...that's like moonspeak to you, innit?"

He brought the other man up to his suite and closed the door behind them. He'd splurged on one of the nicest rooms in the hotel, and a couple of Meowth were sprawled across the furniture.

Jack paused by the door to kick off his shoes.

"But if you can get high off it, someone's figured out how to purify it or synthesize it and sell it. By the way, shoes off."

All? Snake smirked at that. Dammit, Jack. What the hell did you get up to back on Pandora? Did you have your own private chemical lab? Snake guessed as much.

"Moonspeak? Yeah, you could say that. I'm guessing they're pretty powerful drugs, huh? Whoopy powder." He couldn't think of any other words, so just used the first ones that came to him. "Whoopy powder" sounded good.

"Why do I need to take off my shoes?" He looked down at his shoes and frowned. Did Jack hate people wearing shoes inside his room?

"Sure, some of'em. I mean, we're talking about the collected pharmaceutical offerings of dozens and dozens of planets. You've got stuff that'll make you think your eyeballs are made of gold and see the face of god, and you got stuff that'll just make you feel relaxed and sleepy for an hour." Jack shrugged. He'd tried plenty of drugs that turned out not to be worth it, in the potency department.

But he can see why it'd be hard for someone from a single, space-locked planet to wrap their head around. A single planet only had so much different stuff.

"A hotel room is an extension of a home, it's a personal living space. Shoes come off in personal living spaces, it's clean and respectful."

Snake nodded and proceeded to remove his shoes. He understood why Jack wanted to treat his hotel room like a room at home. He sat on the end of the bed and adjusted his pony tail slightly. Just getting comfy.

"It's a nice room. Bet it costs quite a few Poke dollars to rent a place out like this."

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