D'Argo got to work late. He didn't have any explanation, because he'd figured out a while ago that Tino sure didn't care, and it wasn't like GOB was around, so hey. He was late.
"That I can do," he said, handing over a bottle to Deadpool.
And grabbing one for himself. He didn't need it, but it felt nice to have it, and also, if Deadpool did drink half the bar, at least he'd claimed this.
"I have no idea what the sweet ones are," said D'Argo, pouring a glass of something that could possibly be pinkish, if you were colorblind. Pink meant sweet, right?
Re: The Barthe_merriestNovember 4 2007, 03:32:06 UTC
"Right!" she said cheerfully, knocking back the next glass. "Uh. That's good, right? And it's all pink and festive and it makes things all shimmery and happy and ... uh ... something. Sorry. I thought that was going somewhere and it kinda didn't."
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"No," He replied slowly. "Just the booze."
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And grabbing one for himself. He didn't need it, but it felt nice to have it, and also, if Deadpool did drink half the bar, at least he'd claimed this.
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And that neat healing factor keeping him from needing to throw up.
"Oooo! You know me so well." He grabbed the new bottle.
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Or maybe he had and there was a reason he didn't remember.
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"Something strong. Uh. Maybe kinda sweet? But if it's gotta be one or the other I'm totally good with it being, like, paint thinner."
Today's objective: to get very drunk as quickly as possible.
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It was ... way closer to paint thinner than the fizzy mixed drinks she was used to. But it wasn't half-bad.
"'S good," she managed, nodding. "Thanks. Keep them coming. Uh. Whatever you've got. I'm just gonna ... drink."
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