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[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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[goldenglasses]

[Okay, he thought about helping you up again but now he's just going elbow that shot glass off the bar by 'mistake' on top of you.] Opps, sorry Jack. Are you alright?

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[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ McCoy just snorts into his drink. ] And he said karma was illogical...

[Action] The Council To Prevent Pirate Abuse will be hearing about this...

[all7seas]

Ouch! Vash, you great sodding---...WASTE OF GOOD LIQUOR.

[Now the pirate's eye is swelling up, thanks to a good thwack with a shot glass. He jumps up, now a bit out of sorts.]

If there isn't a cold bottle of something or other in my hand in exactly three seconds, there will be the Locker to pay. And that's me bein' kind, like.

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[goldenglasses]

It was a terrible waste! [Looks hurt, but is happy on the inside that it got you thinking about other things. Leans over and grabs a bottle of rum and puts it in your hand.] Better now?

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[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

I'll take that. [ McCoy says as he leans over to try and take the bottle of rum from him. ] You owe me one.

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[all7seas]

[There's a very offended pirate turning a shoulder toward the rum-thieving doctor before finally giving in. With a lot of grumbling.]

True, Bonesy, though what I really owes you is a fine bottle of single-barrel malt and a knife in the gut.

[He grabs another bottle, this of ale, and presses it to the side of his face before answering Vash]

Eye? Aye. To beautiful wenches everywhere! He raises the bottle with a knowing glance at Vash before returning it to his aching jaw]

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[goldenglasses]

[Well, that's not what he usually drinks to, but what the hell. Sighs.] To beautiful wenches...

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[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

[ Hey. Hey. McCoy does not appreciate the nickname Bonesy or that threat of being stabbed. ] Don't toast to that!

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[all7seas]

And what would you have us drink to? Something endlessly dreary I expect. Amputations. Diseases. Gangrenous surgical leavings.

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[goldenglasses]

[Yeah, he was totally ignoring that knife bit himself.] How about to love and peace then?

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[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

I'd toast to you contracting a nasty case of rudellian brain fever, if I didn't expect you were already suffering from it. But love and peace will do.

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[all7seas]

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[all7seas]

This..."rudellian brain fever," mate. What's it like?

[A snort, then.] I'm all for love and peace, but it's sort of...three gents toasting to that? Bit strange, that, eh?

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[goldenglasses]

[Ignoring the bit evil sounding stuff] No it's not! There's nothing wrong with it at all.

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[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

It's an infectious disease, which can cause severe mental problems. And this peace and love sounds like a boy scout type of thing; are you apart of some kind of cult?

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[all7seas]

Oi! Vash ain't the cultish kind. He's a man what knows about love is all. And pie. But mostly love! An' we could all learn from him, particularly his legendary way with wenches. If you ask me, Bonesy, you'd do well to pay attention to him on that topic, eh?

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[goldenglasses]

No-what!? That's not what I mean at all!

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[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Stop calling women wenches, damn it.

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[all7seas]

What's wrong with wenches?

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[goldenglasses]

Most women find it rude when you call them that.

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[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Exactly. Summers'll break your arm if she heard you calling her that.

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[all7seas]

Annie? Didn't so much break me arm as ask me to call her otherwise in that lovely way o' hers. Didn't like it when I called her "woman", either.

[Said as though he's making some crucial point; also, leaving out the context, which was "BRING ME TACOS, WOMAN"]

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Yeah, I found most women don't like that either... or grandma.

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[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

... You two are hopeless.

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[all7seas]

[There's an assortment of chuckles at the "grandma" remark, then a sharp glance at McCoy.]

RIGHT, Bonesy. Either both me an' him [Jerking a thumb toward Vash] are mad, or you're a regular Casanova--unlikely--what knows his way around a strumpet like none other.