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[goldenglasses]

[Vash is feeling a bit down. One friend got hurt and a couple others were mallynapped and he wasn’t able to do anything about either. Not to mention apparently there are quite a number of crazy people running around that he doesn’t have a clue what to do about. So what is a man from a world of cowboys to do? Go to the bar of course. Vash can be found at the bar with a glass of whiskey; he doesn’t look particularly pleased but is always open for conversation.]

Comments

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

You actually like looking like the bottom of a broom? [fashion sense, my friend. you have none]

1/2

[goldenglasses]

I don't look THAT much like a broom.

[goldenglasses]

But I've always thought it suited me! And... [Small smile] someone very close to me liked it this way.

1/2

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[ah, well, if it has sentimental value, Sanji won't poke too much fun at it] Fair enough, Broom Head.

[calls the bartender over so he can get himself a shot of whatever - he tells the guy to surprise him - and is handed a rather interesting-looking concoction that only gets a short glance before Sanji downs it all in one gulp.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[and hacks up a lung. whoops]

[goldenglasses]

[Laughs] You know - a friend once told me that I shouldn't drink stuff I have no tolerance for! It’s an insult to the booze!

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY I DON'T HAVE ANY TOLERANCE, BROOM HEAD?

[goldenglasses]

I dunno! Do you?

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

OI. BARTENDER. [jerks a thumb at Vash]

Get me another one of these, and one for the shit next to me.

[goldenglasses]

[Oh yes laughing. This may just prove to be a fun night.] Fine! But first a toast! [He'll raise his glass] To love; and peace!

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[rolls his eyes and raises the glass as well] Yeah yeah. Oh, and to Nami-san~!

[downs the shot; manages to cough less this time]

[goldenglasses]

And Nami! [Downs it and then flips the glass so it's face down on the bar and lets out a MIIIIIIIIIIIIGHTY! Sigh of pleasu-cough!]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[ha, that's just what you get. Snickers at you]

[goldenglasses]

[Oh it's ON! Ordering two more buddy]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Gives you a deadpan glare. This is war, Vash.]

[but before they drink...]

So, how about we make this more interesting?

[goldenglasses]

Oh? What do you have in mind?

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

What the hell do you think? A bet, of course.

[goldenglasses]

I got that much twinkle toes. But what are we going to bet?

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[makes mental note to kick you in the balls for that name]

Well, what do you want? [thinks himself] If I win, you just owe me a favor, whenever I need it.

[goldenglasses]

[He thinks about it for awhile] Hmm... [Well, he can't very well do the same bet.] Fine. If I win you have to wear a dress for a WHOLE day.

1/?

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[WHY DOES GOD HATE HIM?]

done

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

WHAT TYPE OF BET IS THAT?

Re: done

[goldenglasses]

It's a good one when there's no money! What? Are you a light weight or something? You're that worried you're going to lose?