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>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"
