Locked from Wardens

[buywithme]

She's gone. She's not here, we're alone again

Comrades, I really, really, really need a drink. My supplies have been... confiscated for the time being. If anyone owes me an unpaid favor and has anything alcoholic then now would be the time to write off your debt in this way, alternatively, if anyone has anything alcoholic and is interested in a trade then my other supplies remain meticulously stocked.

Please, I really--

I need too--

Comments

And since it pertains to one of the journal entries he's sold...

[no-left-arm.livejournal.com]

You sure that's a good idea?

Oh! So it does!

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

Fairly certain that it is, Comrade. Someone left Vodka outside my door! Would you like some?

[no-left-arm.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure your warden doesn't want you having any alcohol. You know that?

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

He doesn't mind as much as he suggests he does.

No, he won't offer the page

[no-left-arm.livejournal.com]

Huh.

Well, I would have thought otherwise.

That's okay, Prefect knows that Sam doesn't approve.

[buywithme.livejournal.com]

I drank for a year before he decided it was bad for me. If he was that concerned he would have stopped me sooner.