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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]

Oi, I'm more manly than you. [pokes him in the shoulder. Down goes another drink... mmm good stuff]

[goldenglasses]

We'll see... when you're wearing the DRESS! [And he empties his glass]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[massive twitching inserted here]

I'M NOT WEARING A FUCKIN DRESS A-- [coughs. You heard nothing]

[goldenglasses]

[Oooooooh yes he did.] A-? A- what twinkle toes?

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[ahdoifosdahf]

CALL ME THAT AGAIN AND YOU WON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT LOSING THE BET. [slams his drink back and then the empty glass on the table]

[goldenglasses]

Whoa. Someone has a temper. [Calmly drinks his.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[h8]

You're as annoying as the shit Marimo. [drinks again... blinks momentarily because the room sorta drifted, but it rights itself so that's okay]

[goldenglasses]

Who's Marimo? [Drinks his drink a bit more slowly]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Zoro. The swordsman in my crew. You might've seen him sleeping in a snowbank or something. [the thought of him and the rest calms him down a little]

[goldenglasses]

Oh him. Yeah... I met him. Right before you kicked me.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[oh details]

You're still walking, so I didn't kick you that hard.

[goldenglasses]

Did too. [Drinks]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[there is an angry tick developing, Vash. Good job]

I said sorry! What the hell do you want from me!?

[goldenglasses]

To beat you so I can see you in a dress~!

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Oh that's it. With a growl he finishes his drink, getting to his feet so he can properly kick the shit out of you....

Well, one of you. That's a sneaky magic trick, Vash, creating two of yourself, but Sanji senses it might be wise to sit his ass back down, irritated whine in his throat. 13+ shots in rapid succession might not have been a bright idea]

Never drinking with you again. [and down goes another]

[goldenglasses]

What? You're not having fun? [Downs another slowly. He's starting to feel the effects and he's happy to act drunk but not actually get too drunk when there's crazies on the lose somewhere.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[eyes you cautiously; it's probably just him, but he somehow doubts this guy is as far gone as him] I'm not drinking to have fun. [stares flatly into his cup]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash is quiet for awhile. He understands.] Hmm. Alcohol is good; but we have to be careful with it. Or it can consume the drinker. [Yes. Vash can be all wise sounding and stuff on occasion.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[ha] That was a pretty sober statement.

[goldenglasses]

[Shrugs] Obviously I need to drink more! [And down goes another.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[slips his current glass more slowly... sadly, it's a little late to be cautious now]

The hell. Do you only have ... [loses train of thought. blinks before picking it up again] uh, have two functions?

[goldenglasses]

What do you mean?

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Dipshit and less dipshit. [by which he means intelligent]

[goldenglasses]

Is that suppose to be a complement or insult?

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Ask me again when I'm not tispy. [and yes, he did just say it like that]