[Wally has a ridiculously sweet, complicated alcoholic drink in hand which is the latest in a long, long line of drinks he's had tonight. Enough that something that he wouldn't really consider normally (not with Venom anyway), not only comes to mind but seems like a really awesome idea.
Which means that in the space of a couple of seconds the drink goes from being in his hand to being tipped sloppily on Venom's neck.
It probably wouldn't help even if he had remembered to explain what he was planning first.]
[It wasn't a word so much as a disgusted noise that left the assassins throat the second something wet and sticky ran down his neck and back. Normally, this instance would only lead to mild irritation and some quick words to the offender. But Venom had had alcohol and alcohol made him angry.
He did not turn to the source quickly. He turned very, very slowly, aura burning with an unmeasurable amount of hatred as he stared at the redhead.
Then he forcefully threw his glass at the man standing behind him. And he screamed.]
[Superspeed means he can dodge the glass easily. Alcohol means that he's not exactly coordinated about it and staggers into the man he'd just tipped alcohol all over.]
[The glass is tall, and it features a skewer of fruit, mostly strawberry and pineapple and twists of orange peel, with an umbrella at the top. The drink in it is pink and frothy, and L is staring fixedly at it. Sometimes his head wavers, but he always refocuses. Occasionally he hiccups.
There are two similar glasses next to it, empty. Oh, dear.]
[If it helps at all, L doesn't have to worry about the drink being there for much longer. Wally staggers over and stares at it for a moment as well, then he deliberately reaches out to pick it up and try pouring it over the other man's chest head. Aiming is hard.]
[Heyyyy, that's his girly drink. He makes an annoyed but ultimately halfhearted and futile swipe in the air at it, which causes it to pour in a direction other than the one Wally originally intended.]
[Justice hasn't allowed Anders to get drunk in years, and their continued difference in opinion is really the only way he can tell that the thought belongs specifically to the spirit. Of course, he's not sure if there was any actual allowing involved in this case. Anders thinks he knows who's responsible, maybe, but he doesn't see any dwarves or pirates in the near vicinity.
He should be enjoying this, but instead he's feeling rather frustrated and worked up over it. Over being tricked, or losing control, or... who knows what else. Deciding it's best to go pass out somewhere (relatively) safe and brace himself for the hangover, he gets onto his feet and points himself vaguely in the direction of what he hopes is Varric's room. However, his legs are less than cooperative, and he's forced to grab on to the nearest body for support.]
[No, no he does not want to go there, although he still got quite an eyeful of heaving bosom. He's a bit too distracted to appreciate it right now, or... anytime nowadays, really. Sigh. He finds a chair to grab onto instead, before he gets into trouble.]
Bethany! Ah, hello. I didn't... I didn't see you there. I'm afraid I'm not at my, ah, at my best, I should say. [He smiles a little.]
[Tenma flushes a little bit more than usual when Nina squeezes his arm. He has no idea what drove him to bring her out drinking tonight---he's kind of a lightweight and a place like this definitely isn't his scene, but still. After all they've been through, they deserve to have a little fun.]
It's n-not a problem. To think, in two short weeks, you'll have finished with school!
[Did he say something funny? Tenma doesn't even notice---clearly they must be having a lot of fun, right? Or else he wouldn't be snickering, too, face still bright red, talking louder and faster than is really necessary for a place like this.]
I---That's right! I had to go to school for a long, long time. Long time.
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You wouldn't like Venom when he's drunk.]
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Which means that in the space of a couple of seconds the drink goes from being in his hand to being tipped sloppily on Venom's neck.
It probably wouldn't help even if he had remembered to explain what he was planning first.]
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[It wasn't a word so much as a disgusted noise that left the assassins throat the second something wet and sticky ran down his neck and back. Normally, this instance would only lead to mild irritation and some quick words to the offender. But Venom had had alcohol and alcohol made him angry.
He did not turn to the source quickly. He turned very, very slowly, aura burning with an unmeasurable amount of hatred as he stared at the redhead.
Then he forcefully threw his glass at the man standing behind him. And he screamed.]
What the hell do you think you're doing?!
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[Superspeed means he can dodge the glass easily. Alcohol means that he's not exactly coordinated about it and staggers into the man he'd just tipped alcohol all over.]
Heeeeey, it's just for fun!
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There are two similar glasses next to it, empty. Oh, dear.]
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What're you--
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[The drink goes flying, splattering girly alcoholic drink everywhere and mostly on Wally.]
Dude! Not cool!
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Absinthe's a little strong for you, isn't it?
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[It is pretty strong, he has to admit but now he's pretty determined to drink it like it doesn't bother him.]
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You already think like an alcoholic. Cheers.
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He should be enjoying this, but instead he's feeling rather frustrated and worked up over it. Over being tricked, or losing control, or... who knows what else. Deciding it's best to go pass out somewhere (relatively) safe and brace himself for the hangover, he gets onto his feet and points himself vaguely in the direction of what he hopes is Varric's room. However, his legs are less than cooperative, and he's forced to grab on to the nearest body for support.]
Ah, sorry, I-
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Either way, the collision knocks Bethany a little off-balance. She's had a few too many herself.]
An--Anders?
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Bethany! Ah, hello. I didn't... I didn't see you there. I'm afraid I'm not at my, ah, at my best, I should say. [He smiles a little.]
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It's n-not a problem. To think, in two short weeks, you'll have finished with school!
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I---That's right! I had to go to school for a long, long time. Long time.
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