[CLOSED] You stumbled in and bumped your head...

[requiem_no_ame]

Characters: Superbi Squalo & Zack Fair.
Location: Bitch's Brew Bar
Rating: R-ish, for Squalo's mouth.
Time: November 24th, evening/night. BACKDATED.
Description: In which Zack and Squalo bond the only way they know how: Drinking themselves stupid.

Comments

[1st_class_honor]

You're going to regret asking me that when this is over, you know.

[His own smile was easy, relaxed, eying the beer in front of him with thirsty intentions. Squalo was the perfect company during this little re-meeting, a dangerous additive; they were going to stir up trouble, and he knew it with a sinking feeling. But, Shiva, Zack needed this, some easy guy time that was going to make him forget any of it happened when he awoke in a gutter the next day.

[The fact that he wasn't going to have to pay for it was a nice little perk, too.]

Why would I back out of free beer, huh?

[requiem_no_ame]

The only one of us regretting something will be you and your hangover tomorrow.

[SMUG.]

You keep telling yourself that.

[1st_class_honor]

I'll remember that when you're groaning and asking for a potion tomorrow.

[Or, an aspirin, as the case may be.]

I'll have more fun reminding you when you're using all your pay for this beer-fest here. Gettin' started now?

[requiem_no_ame]

[Squalo takes a seat - a sprawl, rather - and sneers.]

Ladies first, Fair.

[1st_class_honor]

[Just asking for it, aren't you, Squalo? Falling into a seat, he smirked and reached for the beer as soon as it was within distance. Cold, the kind that brought a chill to the glass. Just the way he liked it.]

Why, yeah, of course the ladies all come to me first. Glad you noticed!

[And after a quick little cocky snicker, he kicked off this dangerous little endeavor they were on!]

[requiem_no_ame]

[Squalo toasted to Zack.]

Of course they do, they all want to have that one gay best friend.

[1st_class_honor]

[And he toasted right back. Damn, he liked his friends, especially when they were buying him beer.]

Just because I have better fashion sense than you doesn't mean you can be jealous. [And he slammed the booze back, quick, setting the bar high.]

There's still time to back out.

[requiem_no_ame]

[Squalo sneered, and drank his beer with a smirk. Not as fast, no. But til the end of the bottle.]

You keep begging me like that, Fair, and your fanclub will get jealous.

[1st_class_honor]

[Slow and steady wins the race? Sure, maybe, but it's sure as hell a lot less flashy and not as much fun. His hand was already up in the air, waving for another round; no point in wasting time.]

Shiva, we all know you're a member of the fanclub, so it's okay.

[requiem_no_ame]

[Squalo snorted. Giving Zack a half-lidded, almost sultry look. And then he opened his mouth, deadpan.]

Oh yes, Fair, you've figured out my evil plan.

[1st_class_honor]

Well, if you weren't so obvious, we wouldn't have this problem, now would we?

[C'mon, Zack's been making the Love Me face since he was old enough to know what it meant; he's gotten it down to a science. And when the beers came, he arched an eyebrow.]

Shoot, your turn to start us off. You know, unless you're scaaaared.

[requiem_no_ame]

[Seriously, Squalo's deadpan is so deadpan it could make the paint peel off the walls, by sheer dryness alone. And yet he's got the bedroom eyes thing down pat.]

You're just that irresistible I guess.

[He toasts, grabbing the bottle by the neck and arching an eyebrow.]

Because you're so intimidating, Fair.

[...and he drowns it. All of it. In one gulp. And yeah, he's already inwardly regretting that even before he puts it down. You're a stupid, stupid man, Superbi Squalo, and never let anyone tell you otherwise.]

[1st_class_honor]

You know, you're not the first person to tell me that.

[Just the first one with your color hair.

You're not going to make this easy, are you? Even Zack's marginally impressed his composure shaken just a tad, a sort of "Oh?" face going on. Zack follows suit, but he takes his time; he likes to savor his booze.]

You know, we could make this more interesting and upgrade to shots.

[requiem_no_ame]

[...Squalo can deadpan in his sleep. He's kinda hoping if he deadpans enough you won't notice he's drunk. Is it working?

He tilted his head at the suggestion.]

Really, Fair? You're that desperate to get me under?

[1st_class_honor]

[So far, yes. So faaaarrr. We'll see how long that keeps up.]

Nah, just that desperate to show you why you shouldn't make drinking bets against an ex-SOLDIER member.

[requiem_no_ame]

[Squalo leaned back on his chair, shaking his head slightly so his hair didn't get caught against the back of the chair, and instead spilled down his shoulder. He smirked.]

VOOOII, anymore you should mess with the Varia, I guess.