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[drawnbythesword]

[Everyone needed to unwind sometimes, and Asbel was no different. Leaving a note behind at the house saying that he and ledbythewind were "going out tonight", the duo set off to the bar. Because what better way to unwind than by knocking back a drink? Or ten? It was the perfect way to relax, after everything's that's been happening in Luceti recently.

So, that evening, the duo took position in Good Spirits, everyone's favorite bar. Their modus operandi? To drink, of course, and that is why they're seated at one of the tables in the front of the bar, with two glasses, one each in front of them. ...And also a bottle of Snake Wine for consumption. Doesn't it just look charming?

...It was Richard's idea, okay? It's what happens when you've had a few drinks already.]

((ooc: Okay so this post has a unique element. It'll progress in chronological order, meaning the second thread happens after the first, the third after the second, etc. BUT IN ADDITION, in each thread that gets started, Asbel and Richard will slowly and progressively become more intoxicated as they consume more of this alcohol. Or maybe not so slowly, since they've already knocked back a few. Come in late enough, and we may very have a drunk duo on our hands!))

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[mistyarc.livejournal.com]

[Hm. Gaze fixed on Richard, he simply replies,]

No, thank you.

[He could have provided an excuse, but he thinks it unnecessary when Richard seems to have already had a drink or two. Hubert turns back to Asbel, his voice just above a whisper.]

I trust you'll keep this from getting out of hand . . .

[drawnbythesword]

Erm... Sure? [He's not sure what Hubert's referring to, though.]

[ledbythewind]

[Think fast, Hubert, because Richard is already sliding a tequila shot in your direction (after taking another one himself).]

[mistyarc.livejournal.com]

[Ugh, Richard, he said no -- ]

Don't drink too much.

[And with those last words for his brother, he takes the shot and slides it further down to Asbel. Sorry. He can't return it to Richard and Asbel is already drinking, anyway. Then he straightens and turns around partway.]

As it's the two of yours night out, I will take my leave.

[drawnbythesword]

[You're such a bore, Hubert. ): But Asbel understands, at least.

...For once.]

[ledbythewind]

[... except that unfortunately for Hubert, Richard will be reaching out to grab his sleeve, still grinning. What, you thought he'd let you leave that easily?]

[mistyarc.livejournal.com]

[Why had he thought coming to find them was a good idea? Wordlessly, he comes to an abrupt stop and looks over his shoulder at the hand grabbing his sleeve.

He should have run for it when he had the chance.]

[drawnbythesword]

[There is a look of pity on Asbel's face, Hubert. But this is what you get for being nosy.]

[ledbythewind]

Surely you can join us for just one drink.

[And he'll be trying to steer Hubert to a chair now, that grip not letting up at all.]

[mistyarc.livejournal.com]

[Fine. Fine, he follows the grip and takes a seat, albeit not with a happy look. The situations he finds himself in . . .]

Just one . . .

[drawnbythesword]

[...Wait what.]

...Are you sure?

[ledbythewind]

He said "just one," didn't he?

[mistyarc.livejournal.com]

[It's not that he wants to, but has to. He shoots Asbel a look that indicates as much, which is just a frown telling Asbel to shut up.]

It isn't as though I have a choice in the matter.

[Besides running away all undignified and he isn't doing that.]

[drawnbythesword]

[...Well, okay. If you say so, Hubert. Asbel slides that drink from earlier back to Hubert.]

[ledbythewind]

[That's totally not a Cheshire Cat smile on Richard's face right now as he peers at Hubert. Nope, not at all.]

[mistyarc.livejournal.com]

[He stares at the shot of tequila. This is supposed to be a "casual" drink, why is he being watched like this? He fingers the drink, raised a mere two or three inches from the counter's surface as he stares longer.

This has gotten uncomfortable very quickly.]

[drawnbythesword]

[Well, are you going to do it or not, Hubert? Come on, Asbel's staring expectantly now too.]

[ledbythewind]

[Thinking Hubert doesn't know how to drink it, Richard decides to offer some advice.]

Just drink it all at once; don't sip it unless you like strong drinks.

[mistyarc.livejournal.com]

[His discomfort has reached a critical level. Deciding to just "screw this," Hubert raises the shot and, as per Richard's advice, drinks the tequila all at once. Or tries to. He chokes on it (and freezes awkwardly for a second), but forces the rest of the drink down before he lowers the shot glass onto the counter.

It burns. He coughs twice and blinks, propping an elbow on the counter and resting a balled hand against his lips to keep his mouth shut and contain the choking. This really didn't go as planned.]

[drawnbythesword]

Ah! Hubert, are you alright? [Big brother is now standing up, prepared to run to the other side of the table.]

[ledbythewind]

[Richard also has his hand to his mouth, but it's more to stifle his laughter than anything else. Sorry Hubert, he is indeed giggling a little bit at you.]

I did warn you that it was strong.

[mistyarc.livejournal.com]

[He stops mid-cough (very abruptly) the moment he realizes Asbel is up and out of his seat. No, sit back down.]

Yes.

[Clearing his throat and straightening, now. Richard, kindly stop laughing.]

I'm fine.

[drawnbythesword]

[Richard, why are you laughing.]

Ah... Well, if you say so. [He doesn't sit down yet, though. ...Mostly because he hasn't realized he's standing.]

[ledbythewind]

So, what did you think, Hubert? Was that your very first drink?

[Your reaction kind of gave it away there, man.]

[mistyarc.livejournal.com]

[Wow, Brother, slow.]

It was stronger than I'd anticipated.

[And kind of bad. He's not drinking it again if he can help it. The fact that he doesn't respond to Richard's question should be telling of the answer.]