Emcee comes downstairs, looking and feeling miserable. No makeup, floppy, mussed-up hair, and a hacking cough with the shivers. Also, why is his vision blurry? (It isn't, not really--he just thinks it is.)
In garbled Russian (is it even Russian he's speaking?) he orders a pair of specs from the bar and something to put on over his t-shirt. It just happens to be a shirt with a very bright, loud pattern, which, admittedly, he approves of. He then orders a bottle of vodka. Vodka helps with the flu, yes, of course it does.
Cradling the bottle in his arms he shuffles over to the couch by the fire to keep warm.
He's not feeling very invincible right now.
[OOC: Emcee thinks he's Boris Grishenko from GoldenEye. Enjoy.]
In garbled Russian (is it even Russian he's speaking?) he orders a pair of specs from the bar and something to put on over his t-shirt. It just happens to be a shirt with a very bright, loud pattern, which, admittedly, he approves of. He then orders a bottle of vodka. Vodka helps with the flu, yes, of course it does.
Cradling the bottle in his arms he shuffles over to the couch by the fire to keep warm.
He's not feeling very invincible right now.
[OOC: Emcee thinks he's Boris Grishenko from GoldenEye. Enjoy.]

