☘ 006; [phone/action; mostly forward dated to 6/5]

[riastrad_ridire]

[ooc: whoops, sorry, fixed some small thread-dating problems.]

[action; morning; 1335 Benny Rd.]

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[riastrad_ridire]

Kid, I'd already had my share of long nights and bad hangovers by the time I was about your age, so I don't really give a damn.

[and look how well you turned out, Lancer...]

Either way's fine with me.

[riastrad_ridire]

Got it.

[One bad decision in a glass is now sitting on the bar in front of you, Battler.]

Haven't heard a name like that before. Call me Lancer.

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[macebronia]

[Rider heard the call, of course. And is sitting at the bar, drinking from a bottle of whiskey. His expression was... different from the norm. Waver's death still weighed heavily on his mind. It was a rather odd sight indeed.]

Really starting to see why you guys don't like this place...

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[riastrad_ridire]

It might not be half bad if the town would stop screwing around with us.

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[macebronia]

I'd be content with that as well. Those that run this town... they know nothing of honor. They toss death around like it was some kind of joke. You aren't supposed to be taken like that. There is death on the battlefield, but there's a difference between an honorable death on the battlefield and being murdered in cold blood in your home...

[riastrad_ridire]

Couldn't have said it better myself. [Lancer poured himself a drink, scowling.]

I don't like being used as this town's puppet. Least of all with the idea of a threat to my Master and family.

[wolf_faerie]

[Thankfully Aisling had remained alive through the whole event, though Mayfield had inflicted her with paranoia as punishment for not killing anyone like they had asked. Thankfully that's gone, though she's still shaken by everything that has happened.

Which is why when she sees Lancer alive, she sort of hides behind the doorframe of the kitchen when she sees him.]

[riastrad_ridire]

...Aisling? What're you hiding for?

[wolf_faerie]

[She doesn't say anything. Instead, she just runs up to him and hugs him around the waist.]

[riastrad_ridire]

--?!

[Well, that was unexpected. Understandable, but a surprise regardless.]

...It's okay. It's over now, right?

[And Aisling would be the recipient of the first in a surprisingly long list of hugs Lancer was going to end up giving people over the next few days.]

[phone]

[weiss_tank]

I recognize that voice...

Thanks for tryin' to help out with handlebar head.

[phone]

[riastrad_ridire]

Hm? Oh, it's you--probably owe you some kind of apology or something for that mess. I didn't last too much longer than you did.

[weiss_tank]

Don't worry about that, it was nice having the reprieve and seeing her squirm for a minute.

[riastrad_ridire]

Heh. That was kinda worth it, almost.

Action; tavern tavern tavern tavern

[bitemescumbag]

[Really, Yuri didn't normally drink all that much. However, he fucked up. She'd come back again, but he'd fucked up. Did we mention he fucked up? Because he did. Royally. He felt that way at least.

Outwardly, he doesn't seem too put-off by things, but yeah. He needs something strong.]

Yo. What'cha got, pal?

[riastrad_ridire]

Hopefully, I got whatever you're lookin' for and then some.

[bitemescumbag]

Heh, I like the sound of that. What's the house recommend?

[riastrad_ridire]

At the moment? Anything that'll knock you out and give you a hangover that makes death look like a walk in the park.