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[historicspirit]

Someone come get drunk with me.

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[butterflystep]

Drunk, Lavi? Don't you usually like to keep a clear head?

[Have an obvious club-dancer~ Though her clothes are a little more modest than usual.]

[historicspirit]

[HELLO THERE linking arms with her] Lenalee~ I have not had a drink in months, I think I deserve a muddled head for one night.

[butterflystep]

[She grins at him.] I find that hard to believe in this place, you know. There probably wasn't a reason for you not to be muddle headed every night.

[historicspirit]

But there wasn't a reason for me to not not be muddle headed every night, and now there is! Come drown my sorrows with me Lenalee~

[butterflystep]

Alright, but what kind of sorrows are we drowning?

[historicspirit]

You see Lenalee, things are not how they used to be. There's no more normal families, parents act like enemies making kids feel like it's world war III. No one cares, no one's there, I guess we're all just too damn busy. Money's our first priority, it doesn't make sense to me.

[butterflystep]

...Isn't that a song, Lavi?

[historicspirit]

Oh Lenalee, I don't want to be the one the battles always choose. 'Cause inside I realise that I'm the one confused, I don't know what's worth fighting for, or why I have to scream. I don't know why I instigate, and say what I don't mean. I don't know how I got this way, I know it's not alright.

[butterflystep]

[This face and then she pulls her arm free and wraps him in a headlock to give him a noogie!]

[historicspirit]

Ah, no, no! I've been lost in shadows of my own, I'm longing to be lost in you, away from me!

[butterflystep]

You know, Lavi, you could just talk normally and I'll fix you a tasty drink. Keep speaking in lyrics and you're getting virgin drinks all night long.

[historicspirit]

...Crawling in my skin, these wounds they will not heal. Maa, fine, fine, don't be mean to meee.

[butterflystep]

Good. [She lets him go and links arms with him once more.] Allen taught me a few of my Lavi's favorites, you might like them too.

[historicspirit]

I'll trust in Lenalee's taste~

[butterflystep]

You do that and you'll end up with a smoking mojito. [She laughs]

[historicspirit]

You wouldn't be mean to me like that.