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[chained_dog]

[Heine, being the antisocial SOB that he is, has decided to drink away this holiday business. So, he's at the bar. If it's not closed, he's at the bar itself, silently nursing a large bottle of Vodka and Godknowswhat. If it was closed, he's broken in rather obviously and is helping himself to whatever piques his fancy.

WHAT DO YOU DO?]

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[pfft_scumbag]

[Since anti-social characters need to be anti-social together it is Xanxus who slips onto the empty stool next to Heine. Not that he wants to sit next to scum, just because he has no other choice.

He orders a double whiskey.]

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[chained_dog]

Hn. Little strong for a starter, isn't that?

1/2

[pfft_scumbag]

....

2/2

[pfft_scumbag]

Pfft.

[Xanxus eyes Heine's vodka with a healthy dose of disdain. He looks a bit tired as he starts downing his whiskey.]

Vodka's for fucking scumbags.

[chained_dog]

Vodka [drink] goes down a whole lot fucking smoother than that motor oil you're drinking.

[pfft_scumbag]

[Xanxus looks at the other, one eyebrow raising. It's probably pretty obvious how tired Xanxus actually is, the dark rings under his eyes pretty much give away the fact that he hasn't slept well (or at all, for that matter).]

That's what I said...

[With one hand he holds his own glass while he grabs the vodkabottle with his other. Lazily he starts reading the text on the bottle for a moment before he shoves the thing back at Heine.]

...this shit is what scumbags drink.

[chained_dog]

Not like I haven't been called one before.

[pfft_scumbag]

[Xanxus produces a snorting sound.]

Scum admitting they're scum.

[He finishes his whiskey and orders a second one by leaning over the bar and claiming the entire bottle without asking.]

That's fucking amusement.

[chained_dog]

So glad to please. [drinks]

[pfft_scumbag]

Pfft.

[Xanxus downs his second glass in two turns, huffing softly when the whiskey burns itself down his throat.]

Watch your words.

[chained_dog]

Or what?

[pfft_scumbag]

[Xanxus looks up, a bored expression on his face.]

You want to know, scum?

[chained_dog]

Humor me.

[pfft_scumbag]

I wouldn’t call it fun when I reduce you to ashes.

[Not that Xanxus is really planning to start anything right now, he’s just really fucking tired and in need of a drink, but this scumbag is annoying.]

[chained_dog]

You think you can, huh?

[pfft_scumbag]

[Of course Xanxus feels free to demonstrate and with an uninterested look on his face he summons his flame, focuses it on one finger and lights the last bit of whiskey. And it’s not like his flame is even close to the destructive power it should have but he’s quite sure he would be able to give an annoying scumbag like this one at least one nasty burn.]