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[goldenglasses]

[Vash has decided to escape the rain this evening by ducking into Good Spirits. He’s been doing better since losing Rem. The pain of losing her is still fairly fresh, but no longer a shock. And now that the initial shock is over, Vash is starting to recall certain things.

He begins to think about heading home. Meryl has the day off and she’d be waiting at home and…

And…

And…

And… holy crap! Meryl kissed him! His hand hovers over his chin and his face turns bright red as he suddenly stands up, tipping over the stool he had been sitting on.]

Oh man! What do I do now!? Do I… do something!? [Starts pacing up and down the bar, staring up at the ceiling, hands clasped against his head as if no one was in the bar with him.] I should do something, but… it’s a little late for that! Oh man! WHAT DO I DO!?

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[all7seas]

Aye---for you-- [Handing another apple to Vash. Then eating pumpkin pie with great delight.]

If you don't mind me askin', doc--what do your lot do for fun around here?

[Because whatever it is, it isn't working.]

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[goldenglasses]

And who doesn't like a good pie! [Taking a large bite!]

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[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ ... Yeah, no. McCoy is not even going to dignify Jack (or Vash) with an answer and will be turning around and leaving you two to eating your pie whilst throwing up his arms in defeat.

... But to answer his question: alcohol. A lot of it. ]

[Action] And thus the threadjack ends.

[all7seas]

He's a regular barrel of laughs, ain't he?

[Action] How sad

[goldenglasses]

Well, I can't say it hasn't been an interesting night.

[Action] Indeed

[all7seas]

Yeah, it weren't so bad, really. Though waking up drunk in this pie shop ain't something I care to repeat. He picks up a few pies, balancing them with ease. Sort of.]

Night, Vash lad.

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[goldenglasses]

Try to stay out of trouble, Jack.

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[all7seas]

Trouble? Trouble? Me? What trouble? [A pie teeters; almost falls; almost falls again; is somehow balanced.]

I honestly don't know what you mean, Vash m'friend. No idea.

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[goldenglasses]

Sure you don't. [Waves] See ya around.

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[all7seas]

Farewell, Vash--til the next time, eh?

[He'll take himself cheerfully home]