He watched his twin sweep past as though he were really entering the bar by himself and hadn’t received an invitation from the older Nightmare at all. Who the hell was paying for the drinks anyway? He shrugged it off, pretty sure his successor’s pride had taken some kind of blow by accepting his offer which was satisfying enough for him to follow the other into the bar and take a seat beside him. The crowds didn’t really bother the elder of the two as much, he’d grown used to them over the past forty years. Though in the beginning it wasn’t easy breaking those barriers of isolation and developing more social behaviors, “takes practice,” he said nodding to the crowded room, “I hope you’re not too out of your comfort zone.”
“Old Fashioned,” he said when the bar tender finally made his way over to ask what they would be having. Anything with whiskey, brandy, or scotch in it would do...he would need it, he was certain--he didn't want to have to kill his successor before the night was over. Hell, he might even enjoy his company if he managed to get a little drunk.
(ooc: arg. sorry for the epic fail these past few days, one of the transformers in our neighborhood blew and it took a while before someone was able to come out and fix it. Admittedly there was a nice light show, but sheesh. Then my family came so I might be a little slow.)
The Corinthian only gave a slight snort in reply. He waved good-bye to his comfort zone the moment he contacted his twin, but the other nightmare didn't need to know that. Putting the blame entirely on the crowd kept his pride at least slightly more in tact that way.
"Whiskey." It was a little unlikely the place actually had any of the brands he'd grown fond of, so he may as well go with something easy. He just hoped it wouldn't take too long to kick in.
(( Ack, really? Blown transformers suck, but at least it got fixed. And don't worry about it~ The holidays eat everyone. We have family over as well, so I apologize for my fail, too. x_x ))
The older Nightmare could tell that this was going to be one very detailed conversation, without any emphasis on the sarcasm. Yes, a night filled with grunting, snorting and booze--but his expectations weren't exactly at their peak to begin with.
He had no idea how many shots of whiskey it would take to get his successor drunk to the point where he was at least social...but if they were anything alike it would probably take several and the First Corinthian was working really hard on lowering his own inhibitions, "so is there something on your mind or am I your trophy date for the evening, just sitting here and looking pretty?"
(Yeah, my family is eating my soul, well some of them are anyway. I'll be back on track in a day or two hopefully lol.)
"No, but we could go with that last one if it'll make you feel better." Whatever else the older nightmare wanted from him, he obviously wasn't going to get it anytime soon. The Corinthian hadn't come to talk, he came to get smashed, and he was going to do it as quickly and hopefully with as few interruptions as possible.
"You invited me to drink. That's what I'm doing." And from that tone his twin should apparently just be happy enough for even that.
Then again, at least he was talking.
(( Hopefully I will be, too. I wish you luck! o/ ))
"Indeed...I did invite you...but you can't blame me for being a little curious," the older Nightmare pointed out somewhat lamely before continuing, "anyone can drink themselves into a stupor to drown out their problems at any time, but you're drinking with me...I would have thought you'd prefer your own company...that's the only reason I asked."
Shrugs as he starts working on another of the same beverage. He could have said more, the wickedness in him wanted to push it a bit further by touching on the lonliness of getting drunk by himself. He figured he pushed enough so far. He didn't want his twin to do his wild animal routine, if prompted too much he'd run behind a bush and The Corinthian would never see him again. That would be a pity.
“Old Fashioned,” he said when the bar tender finally made his way over to ask what they would be having. Anything with whiskey, brandy, or scotch in it would do...he would need it, he was certain--he didn't want to have to kill his successor before the night was over. Hell, he might even enjoy his company if he managed to get a little drunk.
(ooc: arg. sorry for the epic fail these past few days, one of the transformers in our neighborhood blew and it took a while before someone was able to come out and fix it. Admittedly there was a nice light show, but sheesh. Then my family came so I might be a little slow.)
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"Whiskey." It was a little unlikely the place actually had any of the brands he'd grown fond of, so he may as well go with something easy. He just hoped it wouldn't take too long to kick in.
(( Ack, really? Blown transformers suck, but at least it got fixed. And don't worry about it~ The holidays eat everyone. We have family over as well, so I apologize for my fail, too. x_x ))
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He had no idea how many shots of whiskey it would take to get his successor drunk to the point where he was at least social...but if they were anything alike it would probably take several and the First Corinthian was working really hard on lowering his own inhibitions, "so is there something on your mind or am I your trophy date for the evening, just sitting here and looking pretty?"
(Yeah, my family is eating my soul, well some of them are anyway. I'll be back on track in a day or two hopefully lol.)
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"You invited me to drink. That's what I'm doing." And from that tone his twin should apparently just be happy enough for even that.
Then again, at least he was talking.
(( Hopefully I will be, too. I wish you luck! o/ ))
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Shrugs as he starts working on another of the same beverage. He could have said more, the wickedness in him wanted to push it a bit further by touching on the lonliness of getting drunk by himself. He figured he pushed enough so far. He didn't want his twin to do his wild animal routine, if prompted too much he'd run behind a bush and The Corinthian would never see him again. That would be a pity.
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