Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20160120005043/@comment-24510587-20160202151425

"...And then, in his surprise, he dropped the mug onto his papers!" Irelov exclaimed, all the while struggling to stop interrupting himself by laughing. "It was hilarious! He had been working on those documents for weeks!"

The bottle of vodka was almost empty by now. Heinrich poured the remaining liquor into Irelov's glass. "Speaking of documents," Henrich said, "where'd you put the guard schedules?" Irelov stopped grinning and looked Heinrich in the eyes. "...So that Malenkin doesn't drop a mug of coffee onto it," Henrich added, and both burst into laughter.

"No, no," Irelov said, while he wiped a tear out of the corner of his eye. "Those are all in my terminal, safe from coffee stains."