>>54106397>redpill me on this whiskey chuubaThis greentext will pretty much tell you all you need to know about her.
>Be me an American anon>Through hours of watching to Whiskey's streams using start of the art audio equipment I finally track down her apartment>After staking it out for a few days I finally make my move>In the cover of darkness I make my way to her door and with lock picking expertise honed through one playthrough of Fallout New Vegas I manage to pick the lock on her door>Now just to open it and...>Cant open the door>Check to see if there is some second lock or something>Bring out my debit card and swipe it between the door and the frame>Nothing>Push harder>HARDER>Finally the door begins to budge and I can hear the sound of...bottles?>After much struggle I finally open the door enough to peek inside>Its just bottles, cans, and whatever else can hold alcohol splayed near the door>With some more pushing I manage to open the door enough that I can squeeze my way in>With some shimmeing I am finally in and I can see the horrors before me>It's just...terrible>Wall to wall, nothing but containers of alcohol>I bring out my flashlight and it just gets worse>The whole floor is covered in them>Even leading into other rooms>I try to walk but it is much too dangerous>Every step would be me placing my feet on an unsteady surface>Decide to just shuffle my way through this madness>This ankle deep madness>The scent of undrank alcohol gets worse the further I go>Soon enough it drives me to madness>I aint the most tidy guy but this is too much!>I search around the apartment>Has to be trash bags around here somewhere>As I wonder, I notice that there are guns in immaculate condition everywhere>Fitting for Whiskey>After searing for what felt like eons, and a trail of parted bottles and the like behind me. I finally find a cupboard>Open it>There is a gun!>And trash bags>Finally>I grab all I can and get to work>Every room I have access too gets the cleaning of a life time>Bags upon bags begin to replace the horrors that were once upon the floor>Even the bathroom was bad>The tub was over flowing with beer cans>Even the toiler water reserve had an empty bottle of Whiskey in it>Also there was a gun above the toilet which gave me a chuckle>The floor was next>Covered in gunk and who knows what else>Some of it I am sure was oil to clean and maintain the various firearms seen through the home>It was nearly day break and the apartment was so clean that you could see your reflection on the walls>However, all this cleaning has me dead tired>Find the sofa>Lay down for a moment>Fall asleep>Moments later, a sleepy Whiskey awakens>Wades through the bottles on her bedroom floor>Grabs the handle and goes to open it>Expecting to need to use her strong arms to force the door open. She puts too much oomph into it and nearly puts a hole in the wall>"What the fuck!?" she says now fully awake>Looks and notices that her living quarters are clean as a whistle>Grabs a rifle off her bedroom door and patrols her apartment>Notices the trash bags follows them>After checking every room she stops near the living room>Has her back against the wall and then moves quickly>Sees me knocked out on the sofa, sleeping away>Lowers her gun and smiles>"Aw how cute!, Ya know...I could use a maid. Guess I wont' kill him" 