06 // Action [backdated to the night before the draft]

[strayfag]

...this is some kinda bullshit, man. Shit of the bullest proportions.

[The boys are out late tonight, drinking themselves stupid at the bar. They've been passing a bottle of vodka back and forth (mostly it stays in Haine's corner) and alternating between rambunctious drinking songs (just Badou) and inventing colourful new ways to describe the

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[mikangirl]

[Drinking contest, huh? Peering over from her table.]

That's it? What does the winner get?

[rain_of_bullets]

[A girl? Instant buzzkill. While he isn't obvious about it, he doesn't want her sitting anywhere near him, no matter what her drinking capacity might be.]

Money's pretty useless. What do you want?

[mikangirl]

Probably nothing you can offer, in this place. Much of a drinker, are you?

[rain_of_bullets]

Not usually. Too much work.

[mikangirl]

Hm. Not much else to do.

[rain_of_bullets]

Fine. Pick your drink lady.

[mikangirl]

[Well, the Going Merry's not so good for drink-offs.]

Let's go with rum. [It's a pirate thing.]

[rain_of_bullets]

[Rum? Not usually his pick, but he shrugs and waves the bartender over, then pulls the bottle over to the woman's table, dropping two glasses down between them.]

Hope you're not picky about the brand.

[He pours one for himself and pushes the bottle over so she can do the same.]

[mikangirl]

Not in the slightest. [Pouring herself a glass and resisting the urge to just drink from the bottle. It's been a fun kind of week.] Any other rules you want to set down?