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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]

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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[goldenglasses]

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.

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[goldenglasses]

[Laughs] I dunno Jack! Maybe we should be taking lessons from him while we can! [Screw settling on a toast. Takes a drink.]

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[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

I'm surprised you even have any teeth left, Sparrow.

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[all7seas]

[Jack clicks his teeth together experimentally]

Why's that?

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[goldenglasses]

You know what Jack? I'm kinda hungry - how about some pie?

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[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Well, you're such a charmer of course. [ Grumbling into his drink. ]

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[all7seas]

Doc, I think you an' me an' Vash-lad need some pie. Friendly bite of pie, what will cure whatever bad blood's between us.

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[goldenglasses]

[Vash hopes so, but he won't let those hopes get too high.] The bakery here is quite good!

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[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

You're gonna need a hell of a lot more than pie. [ But pie does help. ]

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[all7seas]

RIGHT! [Swaying slightly, Jack reaches out to grab a couple more bottles of alcohol.]

We're getting pie, right now. Savvy? [Is the bakery even open? Will they have to break in during the dead of night?]

Pie what'll resolve the bad feelings, at least for tonight, eh Bonesy? Tomorrow we can go about life as usual, with you plotting to remove the top of my skull and me plotting which end of the sword to use to run you through.

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[goldenglasses]

[It should be - Vash hopes, as he's not the breaking and entering kind of guy] Right pie! Delicio- ah! Would you knock it off with the stabbing talk!

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[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

I'll be surprised if you can even find the hilt of the damn thing.

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[all7seas]

[Don't tempt him, doctor; he's just getting into a good mood.]

Ha! Good one, doc! Sorry Vash lad--pirate. Onward! Pie!

[And he's making for the door, still carrying his bottles, expecting the other two to trail in his wake. Hopefully there are no open container laws in Luceti. ]