In the back office, the Teenage Survivor crouches by a cluttered desk and points under a drift of old flyers. A crate is wedged beneath them, untouched and heavy with promise.
The lid is cracked open just enough to show liquor bottles inside, clean glass catching the dim light. Real stash, real value, and everyone in the room sees it.
Teenage Survivor
There. If we split this wrong, we pay for it later.
Maya
We need medicine, batteries, and clean water more than fancy booze.
Tactical Survivor
Check the labels first. If there’s anything useful in there, it gets counted before anyone drinks.
KaptKroniK
The crate looks full, and the room is waiting on KaptKroniK to choose.
The tension tightens fast. If KaptKroniK grabs the liquor, he feeds his habit and burns trust. If he hands it over, he keeps the group focused, for now.
✓ Quest Accepted
Secure the liquor stash
“Give the group the crate will showing Maya your cock”
SUCCESS (Great Willpower, rolled -1)
KaptKroniK reaches for the crate, then pauses with a lazy grin and hooks the bottles toward the group instead. His other hand drops his waistband open just enough for Maya to see what he is offering, shameless and matter-of-fact.
Maya
...Seriously? You always make it weird when you could just be normal for ten seconds.
Teenage Survivor
He is still helping, Maya. Just take the stupid crate before he changes his mind.
Tactical Survivor
Count them first. Then we decide who carries what.
The bottles shift from KaptKroniK's grip to safer hands. Maya snatches the crate, half irritated, half relieved, while the Tactical Survivor starts tallying labels under his breath.
Maya
You could have just shared the booze like a person.
Teenage Survivor
He did share it. In the most annoying way possible.
The room settles into a wary pause around the open stash, and the old office feels less like a trap for one breath. The Unconscious Survivor still lies forgotten near the bar, while the others wait to see whether KaptKroniK says anything back.
Quest Complete
Secure the liquor stash