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

[notabluesbro]

Careful, that's strong stuff, Vash.

[goldenglasses]

It's a little late, don't you think?

[notabluesbro]

It is? Daaaamn, better luck next time!

[notabluesbro]

And yeah, I met the eyebrow guy; seems like a pretty good friend of yours. He was more than happy to give me that vodka for you.

[goldenglasses]

Well, that figures. Why am I not surprised? [He rocks the bottle in his hand and sighs. Great. His two friends meet and what do they do? Plot of against him. Of course that's what they'd do.]

[notabluesbro]

Not surprised that you have a horrible taste in friends?

[Kidding, of course—Vash was surprisingly good at picking out his closer pals, and even though Wolfwood wasn't too sure how well Vash was able to judge him, he found Sanji to be a comfort.

So you're making more permanent buddies, needle noggin. That's good...]

I learned his favorite nickname is Broom Head, and that he kicked you in the face when you first met.

[goldenglasses]

I'm starting to notice this bad taste I had. I should have known better when you stole all my water on that bus.

[Rubs his head, sometimes he swears that kick still hurts.]

Ah... yeah he did, a little bit of miss-communication. And everyone seems to favor Broom Head... I do not look like a broom.

[notabluesbro]

[Wolfwood takes that bottle from you and drinks a swig. Aaaaah, man, that burns so much, it's like a form of alcohol torture. B|]

I think the bad taste you had is this booze, actually.

[He grins and sets it down on the table, leaning back in a chair.]

Now what kind of attitude is that, to hold that over my head? After me being stuck in the desert and walking all those isles, you'd deny one tiny canteen to a dehydrating preacher?

1/5 I'll stop the combos... eventually.

[goldenglasses]

[Oh, like he's going to let you show him off. Takes a swig himself.]

[goldenglasses]

[Ha! Didn't choke!]

[goldenglasses]

[...]

[goldenglasses]

[COUGH! Sputter!]

Done!

[goldenglasses]

[And pretending that didn't just happen.]

You know the Insurance Girls had water too, you could have taken some of theirs and not just all of mine!

[notabluesbro]

Oh, I see. You'd deny those poor lovely ladies their water? How cruel, Mr. Outlaw.

[He points casually at Vash and that bottle.]

Caaaareful, four or five shots of that'll get you smashed. Well, with your crappy tolerance, anyway.

[goldenglasses]

Better than you drinking all of my water.

Ha, I'm sure my tolerance is better than yours.

[notabluesbro]

Hmph, really? Ooooh—that's right, the morning of that quickdraw competition you were looking so very tolerant of all that liquor.

[goldenglasses]

Y-you weren't much better!

[notabluesbro]

... I had to hold you up the whole walk there.

1/2

[goldenglasses]

...

[Defeated! Takes a drink-]

2/2

[goldenglasses]

[-Sputters! Oh yeah...]

[notabluesbro]

[Laughs at your sad little sputtering. Are you turning into an old car, needle noggin?]

Looks like your shooting outweighs your drinking, just a little.

[goldenglasses]

I'm not THAT loud!

[notabluesbro]

Well, no, I think you're smart enough to not wake a sleeping insurance girl at this point.

...

How's she doing? I'm sure she was pretty relieved to see you're in one piece...

[goldenglasses]

[He actually jumps and turns around to see if she's standing behind him, looming doom and death upon his head, but lets out a sigh when he sees she's not there.]

Ah... well, [he stares at the bottle] better now. [She thought I was dead.] I can't seem to stop worrying her lately.

1/2

[notabluesbro]

That's in your nature, isn't it?

[But he smiles sympathetically.]

I'm sure you're off the hook this time, idiot—it's not like you can control what these Malnosso characters do.