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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.]

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[goldenglasses]

[Ah... opps! Vash is going to do his best to catch you before you smash your head open on something. But that just means they're both going to end up landing safely in a heap on the floor. But was it because of a drunken stupor or because Vash doesn't want to let on how quick his reflexes are? You can decide!]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[Sanji's too drunk to decide anything! In fact, he's not sure what the hell just happened]

... Why am I on the floor?

[goldenglasses]

I think falling all over yourself and not remembering means you lose.

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Oi! You're on the floor with me!

[goldenglasses]

Because you DRAGGED me with you!!!

1/?

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Like I'd drag your shitty ass down wi-- [pausing a moment to rewind their current conversation]

2/?

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[slooooooowly turns his head to the side]

3/?

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[and oooooooh shit, he's staring straight into a gay moment. DOES NOT APPROVE]

/done

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?

[goldenglasses]

M-me!? [Pulling self away quickly now] I'm not the one falling all over the place!!

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[there is only one way to solve this situation: VIOLENCE.

Or that would be the answer if Sanji could successfully get to his feet. Having some troubles there]

That doesn't mean you had to fall on top of me!!

[goldenglasses]

I know... I know. [Weary sigh] Sorry...

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[an apology? The correct response is to piss him off more so he won't feel bad for giving you a concussion. So now Sanji just stares at you, face caught between surprise and drunken anger. Sliding on his butt now and holding his head while he waits for the room to stop crossing]

Alright, alright, you fuckin' win.

[goldenglasses]

[Sheepish smile as he offers you a hand]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[sighs and takes it. At least he won't have to drink anymore. Looking back on this entire thing, this was a bad idea]

You're not even drunk, are you?

[goldenglasses]

[The way he's swaying - he's feeling it's effects. But Vash prefers to act more drunk than he really is.] Not as bad as you! [Helps you up; but stumbles backwards a bit]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[that almost causes Sanji to fall right back to the floor; thanks Vash]

O-oi, you gonna be able to get home?

[goldenglasses]

Sure I will! [But first he'll make sure you get home. Starts leading you out the door.]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[funny thing is he doesn't really want his crew to see him like this. Yeah, Sanji fulfilled his stupid quota for the month. Once they're out of the bar, he gives the taller man a drunken wave and kinda stumbles his way in a completely irrelevant direction]

Alright. See ya around, Broom Head.

[goldenglasses]

Where are you going, you drunk?

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

Home.

[goldenglasses]

[He's eyeing you Sanji. He's not sure if he can trust you to get yourself home. Oh wait... excuse him. Throwing up... over there now. Bleck!]

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

[.... well. Sanji might be more drunk, but he's not the one upchucking. That'll be in the morning]

... Shitty Broom Head. [now there's no way he's letting YOU walk by yourself]

[goldenglasses]

I don't feel so good...

[oda-hates-me.livejournal.com]

No shit.

Which way is your place?