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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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[drawnbythesword]

Well... We can't force Hubert to enjoy himself here. [Is there a vaguely implied "Hubert doesn't know how to enjoy himself" there? Who knows.]

[ledbythewind]

I suppose you're right. In that case, we'll be home later. You don't need to stay up just for us.

[mistyarc.livejournal.com]

[Rude, Brother. One nasal sound of discomfort and stare at the empty shot later, because he hates this kind of psychological pressure and his judgment is a tad skewed right now and his face is starting to feel hot -- ]

Fine! Just . . . one . . . more.

[He should have just left.]

[drawnbythesword]

Eh?! H-Hubert... Are you sure about that? [Asbel's surprised, Hubert could have just left. He's completely unaware of what he implied to Hubert.]

[ledbythewind]

[Is that a Cheshire Cat smile on Richard's face right now? Maaaaaybe.]

[mistyarc.livejournal.com]

[He nods curtly. Except he feels ever so slightly woozy after doing that. Just a little.]

Yes. Now then, the next drink, Brother!

[drawnbythesword]

[Well, if you say so, Hubert... Asbel stands up, to get Hubert a glass of Midori. That should do the trick for him.

Enjoy your bright green drink, Hubert.]

[ledbythewind]

I hope you like melon, because that is what that particular drink tastes like.

[No one can claim that Richard isn't helpful, at least!]

[mistyarc.livejournal.com]

[What is with this odd color . . .

This time, there's only a moment's hesitation on his part. He bows his head, then tips it back a margin as he gets in a couple gulps of the drink.

. . . Melon, indeed.]

[drawnbythesword]

...How is it?

[ledbythewind]

Yes, how is it?

I am so prompt with my replies.

[mistyarc.livejournal.com]

. . . It's as you said.

[Richard really knows his drink. And Hubert says little more as he stares hard at the shot glass.]

The taste, that is.