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Gift: Wine and Reason

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Wine and Reason

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Gift fic for PracticalAl

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He grumbled, leaning back in the chair and pinching the bridge of his nose. Annoyed was pretty much the best word someone could come up with at that moment, but it still could not describe Albert Wesker’s irritation in front of the computers. Eyes narrowed with discontent, he sat there for a few moments and stared ahead with fingers tapping the side of his face that had been seemingly badly burned only a few months ago. The downloading was taking far too long for his liking. “I’m never going to get anything done at this rate,” he muttered in exasperation. “Got to find something that will keep me occupied…”

He stood up and took a quick glance at the status bar, which showed a third of the way filled after five minutes. This was probably going to take precious time- time that he could not afford to waste in staring at a screen. Wesker walked out of the room and rubbed his face, making his way to the kitchen. It had been more than a few hours since he had eaten (again) and he was damn near starving suddenly. He immediately made his way towards the back of the room, eyeing the icebox hungrily. “How long ago, if ever, have I…?  Oh, who cares?”

Wesker leaned over and opened the door, his hand searching for a bottle inside. It had been a long few months since he had actually gone into the small refrigerator and actually made an effort to try and find a decent bottle of wine. Frowning, he slipped off his sunglasses and reached for an unopened one, standing back up and turning to the pantry. Oh, yes- definitely a few months now... or had he ever actually had any of it? He couldn't remember. Shrugging to himself, he picked out one of the dust-covered pieces of glass, slipped back on his sunglasses, and blew gently, as to make sure no particles were to intrude upon his relaxation.

If you wanted to call it relaxation, at least.

You could have also called him sexy with sunglasses, and who knew what would have happened in that little scenario.

The superhuman opened the bottle with chilling ease and helped himself to the red wine, smirking a little and dimly reminding himself he wasn’t going to be drinking any sort of blood. He’d had enough of that from his own body to last anyone a lifetime. He walked out into his living space, sitting down in the chair with the glass in one hand and the bottle in the other. How often did Wesker do this? Well, one could say never.

Which was the brutal reality of it. Yet, in his kitchen sat the ‘fridge and countless bottles of red wine buried in the back. He sighed and sat there, fingering the glass and looking down at his reflection in the liquid. “I guess even the world’s most powerful individuals deserve a break once in a rare while,” he admitted to himself, taking a sip and smiling a little. “And it gives time for the download to finish.” He set the bottle down and sat there, pursing his lips and frowning thoughtfully. His hand swirled the alcohol around meaninglessly, as if to give his hands something to do.

How to kill him- he had to count the ways he tried and failed. Right now, though… he didn’t want to. His mind was dimming, and he had only taken one sip of the wine. Mumbling, Wesker rubbed his head and stood up, setting down the glass and walking back into the other room, setting himself down and watching the download bar slowly trek across the screen once more. Except now, it seemed to be dragging more than usual. His eyes blinked, breathing slowing slightly. He hiccupped and stood up, walking out and grabbing the wine glass.

This was going to be a long while.



“Download complete. Time taken: thirty minutes.”

The man lifted a single finger. His eyes rolled slightly, voice slurring. “Computer, pull up file alcohol content for Chrissssss Redfield on a daily basisssss and show statistics for how drunk a man can- er, will get after another glasssssssss of wine on his first shot.”

“Affirmative. Download will take fifteen minutes.”

Wesker gave a stupidly delirious grin that still held its evil aura. “Meanwhile, I’mma go grab another glass… and add another reason for killing Chrissssss…”

“Would you like to add ‘wine’ to that list, sir?”

“Ssssssure, why the hell not…?”
O.O Oh, holy crap, I did an RE centered fic about Wesker, and... yeah, I dunno what the heck I was smoking. But something about this fic makes me laugh- would Wesker actually drink? More than likely not. And if he did, he'd slur his "s"-es. It would sound SOOO funny.

Pun of "Rhyme and Reason." :lol:

Oh hey, how'd I do with Wesker? >>; Seriously?

= INSPIRATION. I give gifts when I say I will. =3

No, I don't own Resident Evil.
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MyLoversKitten's avatar
That's just one more Capcom villain that can't hold his liquor! XD

If only Chris knew...it would be so much easier to stop Wesker's plots! XD

*adds that to the list of 'Wesker's Possible Weaknesses' after 'Ticklish?'*