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[whoshotsherlock]

Who: Greg, Vent, Partners?
What: Well they did say he needed to unwind...
When: Saturday, November 14th, late evening
Where: Random bar somewhere in Neon

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[guardian_wind]

Vent smiled, and set his card down, taking Greg's and, clumsily, shuffling the deck again.

"You were exactly right," he said, grinning, not having the heart to tell Greg he was wrong again.

Normally, it took a bit to get him drunk considering his cybernetics. But digimon alcohol was rather... strong.

[whoshotsherlock]

It was probably a good thing. Greg could hold his own, too (he had to, to be able to keep up with Nick) but that stuff was strong enough to already have him a bit tipsy. But, hell, at least he was having fun.

Snickering, he went for another drink.

"H-how much more d'you think we can drink and keep this up?"

[guardian_wind]

"Well, Greg," said Vent, laughing a bit. "I don't know. I'm always able to drink you under the table, so..."

[whoshotsherlock]

"Hey, hey, I'm sure I can drink you under the table one of these days!" Greg shot back with an enthusiastic grin. Even in that state he knew it wasn't likely to happen any time soon.

[guardian_wind]

"Yeah, good luck with that," said Vent as he took another drink. "Maybe next time you get injured we can just have Ciel add bionics."

[whoshotsherlock]

Greg let out a snort and a giggle, resting on the counter a little.

"I love my girlfriend, and my siblings, but I have nooooo desire to have metal limbs, thanks. I like my body the way it is, thank you very much."

[guardian_wind]

"Hey, I have flesh, Greg," he said. "It's all under the skin. Biotechnology. Makes us.... indistinguishable from reploids and..."

Pause.

"You have no idea what I'm on about do you?"

[whoshotsherlock]

Oh, good, Vent caught on to the slightly blank, confused stare.

"Uhhh... no, no not really. Buuuut it's the same for the 'loids. I still like my body!"

For some reason he wasn't entirely sure why that sounded a little strange to declare to his boss in the middle of a bar.

[guardian_wind]

"Vocaloids. Reploids. Machiloids. Lotta 'loids."

Vent sighed and took another sip.

"But yeah, you could afford to be a bit more durable, Greg..."

[whoshotsherlock]

Greg scoffed in to his drink, rolling his eyes in slight annoyance.

"Why... why does everyone think that, huh? Can't I just be a forensics geek and leave it at that?"

[guardian_wind]

"Because, Greg, you're the only forensics geek we've got other than Nick. And trouble keeps finding you, man."

He looked into his drink. "I've... been meaning to ask you this for a while. Would you be interested in me teaching you how to fight?"

[whoshotsherlock]

"Trouble finds both of us..." Greg sighed, setting his glass back down, settling a sour frown in it's direction. "It's just worse here."

He went quiet for a long stretch before glancing back at Vent.

"I'unno, man. I don't think I've got that in me."

[guardian_wind]

"Well, Greg..."

He put his hand on his friend's shoulder. "Do you want to protect people? Do you want to make sure the ones you love are happy, and won't be eaten alive by this world?"

[whoshotsherlock]

"'course I do..." Greg muttered, staring at his drink again, apparently considering getting another one. There were a lot of things going through his mind right then, hazy as they were, but one in particular was was not something he wanted to remember.

"But it's just not... me, yehknow? I'm not a hero, even if I do wanna keep 'em safe."

[guardian_wind]

"... It's not about being a hero, exactly. It's just about being able to stand up when they force you into a confrontation."

Vent pushed his drink away.

"Greg, I'm not saying... to take up the sword, exactly. Heck, we could even focus on battle strategies for Gomamon. It'd just... make us all sleep better, I think. Besides... you're not just my subordinate Greg."

He looked down.

"Of course... that's why I'll understand if... you don't think that this is something you can do. But I've lost a lot of friends, in the wars I've fought Greg. I just don't want you to be another one."

[whoshotsherlock]

Greg was still staring at his glass, but he had yet to order another one. There was a concern with their current talk that maybe drinking more would cause more bad than good.

Poking the glass, he sighed again.

"A couple of years ago, if you'd asked me that, I'd probably jump all over the chance. Now... it's not even what's happened here that's got me worried about it."