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[king_of_heroes]

allsl oft you mothrels

get down tio the barr

drinking contest

prize for hoofever lasts longfish


[ And true to his word, anyone who bothers to visit the Tavern tonight will be greeted by a crazy yet happily merry atmosphere. There's people singing, dancing, getting their booze on. Possible shoutings of CHUG CHUG CHUG and whatever else you would expect to find at the best night of drinking ever. For now, The King of Crunk has pulled himself away from the crowd and is chilling at the bar. Totally eating peanuts and sipping on his likely 30th pitcher by now. HOW DO YOU DEAL WITH A DRUNKEN KING? That's entirely up to you. ]

( ooc: Due to the nature of this post, THREAD-JACKING IS HIGHLY ENCOURAGED! Go insane, throw some glitter, make it rain. )

Comments

[heavenscorpse]

Are you having fun?

[Then V/V will never pick up on a thing.]

[maguskiller]

No.

[Far too quick a response for him to have thought about it. Kiritsugu doesn't allow his emotions to seep out into the world, save with a few select people. Thus, his words aren't filled with disdain or denial, but simply the cold assessment of an observer.]

And you?

[That, on the other hand, is a more unusual question for him. Perhaps he wishes to keep this line of conversation going before the last one they had gets brought up.]

[heavenscorpse]

I'm having fun. It's sad that you're not, but a lot of people here are, and it's nice to just spend time with people. And the drinks are good.

I think. I haven't had a lot of drinks before.

[maguskiller]

...Don't have them in the future?

[heavenscorpse]

Oh, we have them in the future. I just haven't had them myself.

[maguskiller]

I see.

[He doesn't really know why he asked, now that he thinks about it. For a man who should only care about the factors that affect him, the future, any future beyond his escape from Prospero, should be none of his concern. He knows that.]

[heavenscorpse]

Have you had a lot of drinks before?

[maguskiller]

Not for a third of my life. I only started a few months ago.

[And it's still not a lot when he does. He knows this is not a good habit to have back home, what with being a single father and having a disease that threatens to murder him if he so much as sips the stuff, due to a decrease in his will to live.]

[heavenscorpse]

Oh, okay. I was going to ask if you had good advice too.

[maguskiller]

[If there's anything Natalia thought him (other than effectively earning the hate of thousands of people)...]

Space them out, and don't accept any you don't see the bartender prepare.

[Actually, isn't Uryuu a bartender...? Some tips work better than others, he thinks as he takes another sip.]

[heavenscorpse]

[He is, but he's not working tonight.]

Thank you very much.

[maguskiller]

[A nod.]

[heavenscorpse]

You don't talk much.

[maguskiller]

So I've been told. Sorry.

[heavenscorpse]

That's okay. I don't mind very much.

[maguskiller]

[Kiritsugu takes another sip, nodding as he does so. Perhaps that's as far as his ability to express gratitude goes. He doesn't get much of a chance to hone it nowadays.]

[heavenscorpse]

Am I bothering you?

[maguskiller]

...No.

[Maybe it's just like the conversation started, and he's just trying to cloak his emotions, but fact of the matter is, even without that, Kiritsugu's not annoyed right now.]

You're not.

[heavenscorpse]

Okay, I'll stay a little while longer then.