3rd Confession [Action]

[notabluesbro]

[When Vash had finally conked back out (him and his stupid Malnosso kidnapping problems...), Wolfwood took at as a chance to sneak away to the bar—this 'Seventh Heaven' place, as Meryl had worked at the other place and he wasn't too sure he wanted to think quietly there.

Drinking certainly had its perks, and a light buzz was often something that got Wolfwood by the occasional bout of worried aggression. But trying not to think about things was a little more difficult that usual.

Of course, he had his crucifix with him propped in a nearby corner, as he was fairly certain he didn't want to encounter anything negative without it. Luceti was relatively peaceful. Nothing, other than the kidnappings, had been happening within town. But... it wasn't enough to just assume. He didn't like getting cozy and then finding himself unshielded from a looming danger... That was famiiiiliar territory back in Nostaglia Land, and he was not ready to tread it anytime soon.

He wonders a few things. Did Vash actually hurt or... kill Legato? Or was the man just screwing with him?

And did Vash know Legato had killed him? It was hard to say... Bringing it up would be a whole new issue. No, no, what the hell was he doing? He always got into these thoughtful ruts. He just had to shake himself loose and avoid this whole 'mulling over' thing. Just sit up straight and don't let it get to you, like usual...

He murmurs, eyes directed at his shot glass.]

I must be losing my edge.

[And sighs against the palm of his hand.]

Dammit, Needle Noggin, how'd this all get so difficult?

Comments

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[notabluesbro]

If I bring back the strong stuff, you won't last 10 seconds.

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[goldenglasses]

I'll last longer than you ever would.

Re: [Voice//Filtered]

[notabluesbro]

Lies and slander!

Besides, I'm already buzzed, so it wouldn't count.

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[goldenglasses]

Then bring two home so I can catch up.

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[notabluesbro]

Ahahaha, okay, if you say so!

[You are going to reaaally regret saying that.]

[Voice//Filtered]

[goldenglasses]

[Mun knows, she is a stalker after all.]

I do say so.

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[notabluesbro]

[And he's back, though he's a little wobbly, because while he was trained in the art of holding a cross while faintly tipsy, he wasn't very good at it at night, with Hypervodka munching on his liver.

Whoop, recovered! This floor is totes straighter than the trail.]

Whoa, guess that was more than I thought it was.

Hey, spikey, you're not knocked out again, are you?

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[goldenglasses]

No, I'm not knocked out again. Keep it down, Meryl's asleep. [Standing up from his spot on the couch.]

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[notabluesbro]

[He holds a bottle close to him, frowning.]

What a nice greeting, I'm so happy to be home.

THIS IS NOT VOICED OR FILTERED WE ARE BAD AT THIS!

[goldenglasses]

[Oh! He did bring the beer!] Oh, Wolfwood! I'm so glad you're back safe! I hope it wasn't too cold for you outside.

WELL CLEARLY WE'RE JUST TOO EXCITED TO RUIN VASH'S NIGHT THIS TIME AROUND B|

[notabluesbro]

[You bet your porcupine-headed ass he did. But he holds it away with a grumpy look like—yeah! Like that icon.]

Gee, you sure are a horrible friend, using your desire for beer to check up on your friend's health.

CLEARLY!

[goldenglasses]

Hey now, at least I checked at all, right?

[TOTALLY IRL ACTION!!!]

[notabluesbro]

[He pauses, and finally holds out the bottle.]

Fine, I'll except what I can get, then.

[TOTALLY!!!] *just keeps copying what you say so I don't need to be clever*

[goldenglasses]

[Grins] Thanks Wolfwood, you're the best. [Takes the bottle and goes to get some glasses.] Would you like to share or have you had enough.

[TOTALLY ACTION STILL]

[notabluesbro]

[Sits down on the living room couch, leaning back with a leg over the other.]

Nah, I had my share at the bar. I was surprised to hear this small place had two whole bars, but eeeeh, I guess drinking is a big sport to people who can't go anywhere.

[TOTALLY STILL!]

[goldenglasses]

Which did you go to? [Pouring himself a glass.] Hey, what is this stuff - vodka? [He had expected whiskey from you.]

Re: [TOTALLY STILL!]

[notabluesbro]

The one... restaurant one, I guess? It had more people eating than drinking. [He smiles.] Sure is. What, expected my usual brand? That was gone before I got out of the bar, pal.

[TOTALLY!] 1/?

[goldenglasses]

Seventh Heaven? Did you meet the owner, Sanji? Has a crazy eyebrow?

Why am I not surprise? [Grins and knocks the shot back in one go.]

2/?

[goldenglasses]

[...]

3/?

[goldenglasses]

[OH GOD IT BURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNS!]

4/5

[goldenglasses]

[Coughing and sputtering. And choking. Lots of choking.]

5/6 No, changed my mind again.

[goldenglasses]

Wolfwoooooooooooooooooooooooood.

6/6 DONE!

[goldenglasses]

WHAT IS THIS CRAP!?

1/3

[notabluesbro]

[You see how serious he is? That's just him trying to hide the cruel laughter. But his shoulders are shaking so it's so futile...]

1/4?!

[notabluesbro]

Hahahahahaha!!!