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[yoke]

[ story of his life tbh. hate that they're both plagued with the most impractical thoughts but here they are. ]

Is it, now? [ he taps his glass against vash's before knocking the shot back in one go. ] Sounds like bullshit to me.

[plantussy]

[ He sweeps his own shot like he needs it to live and then keeps prattling on. ]

Not bullshit! It makes total sense, you know. No judgement three shots in for anyone, not reminding a blackout drunk what embarrassing things they did the night before, and holding your buddy's hair back when they have to hurl. All drinking laws.

[yoke]

[ wolfwood refills them, since it looks like they're really barreling towards seeing if those laws are legit. ]

Uh-huh. Lemme guess, you're the blackout one.

[plantussy]

That obvious, huh?

[ What do you mean 'barrelling', that's just one... okay, now two shots so far! Vash is either speedrunning to drink-oblivion or he has way better tolerance than he seems. ]

What kind of drunk are you? You strike me like a dancing one... maybe with an ugly tie around your head.

[yoke]

[ he probably does. wolfwood may be genetically enhanced but vash is... vash. the blond's got all sorts of surprises in him. ]

Why don't you stick around and find out.

[ also because he's never let himself get that drunk before, but vash doesn't need to know that. ]

[plantussy]

I'm not going anywhere.

[ Oh my, what a lot of different promises and intentions in just a few words. ]

Cheers!

[ Third shot! ]