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[i_love_squats]

Who: Zack Fair i_love_squats and Heine Rammsteiner stray_gunner, Open
When: Today
Where: Foxhole
Format: Paragraph
What: Zack’s drinking and confused, while Heine’s pointing and laughing. Yeaaaah. Something.
Warnings: Probably not, but it all depends on how much Zack is allowed to drink.

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[i_love_squats]

Zack flinched at the sound of the chair legs landing; it sounded explosive to him, too loud, like gunshots. Blue eyes snatched over to Heine, studied him for a moment, then realized that he didn't even notice. Why would he? He clearly wasn't the type to care over something so trivial. Besides, the folks around them noticed enough for both of them, shooting devils glares

[i_love_squats]

Bad idea? Around Heine? Zack didn't have to think on the answer, if he would've been asked: he trusted Heine. Stupid, maybe, but he did. He liked the guy, found him fun, if not a bit sullen, sarcastic. In some ways, he reminded him of folks in SOLDIER, short and to the point. Even this was reminiscent of old drinking parties after a successful mission.

Though, something...something was wrong. He wasn't sure what, but it was...wrong. Heine wasn't...something.

"This...this isn't the norm, you know. Not for me." His fingers errantly flicked at the glass, his brow furrowing, eyes distant. Thinking, he was thinking, trying not to sit and dwell on Yazoo when he was finally, finally getting numb. "I just...everyone needs to unwind sometimes

[stray_gunner]

"I think I figured that bit out already," Heine said agreeably. Well, relatively agreeably, considering that it was Heine. It was odd - in a way - to see Zack like this. Slurring his words, being uncertain, frowning like that. Then again, maybe it was just because he hadn't interacted with many people who had been drinking before. He'd seen them and ignored them, though, because... that was what he did.

You ignore everything and miss everything and then Giovanni comes, and you get shot and you need my help and you're a pathetic loser, losing dog, it spat, and Heine shook his head a little to clear it

[i_love_squats]

Was it so obvious that this wasn't the norm? Did it make him look like a light-weight for it (regardless that he was on his sixth beer by now)? Would he ever hear the end of it?

Probably not. This was prime ribbing material, right here. Back home, SOLDIER cadets would've paid good money to see this.

"Well, at least I've been drunk before," he mumbled, as if it was some terrible, looming defeat by life. After all, Heine wasn't a spring chicken (not with white hair), so it must be one of The Great Tragedies. Which also meant, less talky, more imbibing.

"Drink responsibilit--responsibly if you're driving. Since Minato's back home, I'm thinking we're walkin'. Means we're safe." Mmhm. Do not operate a chocobo while under the influence. Big fines back home

[stray_gunner]

"Congratulations, would you like a prize?" Heine rolled his eyes, crossing his legs as he leaned back. "What's a Minato - oh, that huge bird-thing. Right."

He glanced at the shots of alcohol already lined up and sighed. Zack looked and sounded excited about the prospect, and even though he wasn't sure if that was a good thing, he decided that it was a better idea than actually trying to bring Zack elsewhere.

The man already looked a bit out of it, Heine thought, smirking slightly. But that didn't mean he would stop because of it.

"Yeah? How do you play that?"

Heine Rammsteiner, social recluse since birth. Creation. Both were the same thing, anyway, when it came to him.

"Are you really okay with drinking more?" he asked, somewhat skeptically.

[i_love_squats]

How do you-How do you play I Never?! Zack blinked incredulously, his eyes wide, his mouth comically open. Oh, Heine, how you never cease to amaze him, especially tonight with all these new and horrifying revalations. First not ever getting drunk, and now this? If you wanted Zack to mourn your lack of a social life, he is. He is.

“Dude, you live under a rock!” His eyes rolled dramatically. If he had been thinking properly, he might have realized that I Never with Heine was going to be difficult; people with no lives didn’t do well at games where they were supposed to have one to play. But, alas, the beer had long since taken its toll, and those little tidbits didn’t matter anymore.

“’S easy. We take turns saying ‘I never did somethingsomething’, and if the other guy did it, they have to drink. See?” He sure as hell hope that it made sense to him, because Zack wasn’t sure he could explain it any other way in his current state.

“And suuuure. You can’t be done already, can you? Cause I can out drink you any dayAnd thus, the challenge

[stray_gunner]

Heine bit back a snicker at his companion's bewildered expression. He couldn't help it if he wasn't big on social interactions, and thus apparently had never had a chance to play... whatever this was. Well, he could help it, but he just didn't.

"Do not," he protested half-heartedly. No, you just live underground, the dog corrected, but Heine shrugged it off for the moment.

Raising an eyebrow at Zack's slurred description of the game, Heine considered his prospects for a moment and then shrugged. Why not?

It wasn't as if he could actually get drunk. Unlike Zack, who already looked a bit woozy.

"...right. Let's play, then."

[i_love_squats]

"Do too." And do you really wanna argue with a drunk Zack Fair, Heine? Do you, really? Because he can go all day at this, with a "Do Not" and "Do Too" game, and he won't give up. At least, not until something more interesting is dropped in his lap.

But, fortunate for you that at this point, all things are interesting.

But hey, Heine agreed to I Never, and wasn't that more interesting? Far more interesting? He couldn't help but smirk, even as he tapped his fingers at the bar.Well, at least he knew one that Heine would have to drink off of.

"I never threatened to hurt myself." And after that, it was kinda a guessing game. But hey, at least he had one.

[stray_gunner]

"Whatever," he grumbled, choosing to forgo further debate in favor of rolling his eyes.

"That was a cheap shot," he complained, but picked up one of the glasses all the same. With the slightest hesitation, he downed the alcohol and sighed.

After a moment's consideration, he said slowly, "I never rode a chocobo?"

Well, that was a pretty cheap shot too, but an eye for an eye. Or in the dog's case, a life for the slightest injury.

Sorry about the repeating icons; I'm answering these through email while at work.

[i_love_squats]

Woo! One argument won! Oh, and a victory at the I Never, at least for the moment. Not that the enjoyment can last long; already, he was groaning because he was caught out. Damn chocobos; why did his planet have to be the only one that had them?

The alcohol didn't burn on the way down, which was never a good sign in terms of his current intoxication level. He might have noticed it, but he wasn't really paying attention, not to something as "trivial" as that. The glass met the bar with a quiet thunk, and he leaned back in his seat. Oh, how difficult thinking of a new question.

Wait.

"I never had white hair." Because, c'mon, he was a dashing young man. And sane. Automatic repellent of the white hair gene.

That's okay~

[stray_gunner]

"I didn't get white hair," Heine muttered, apparently feeling the need to protest the implications. "I was born with it."

He downed a shot in any case, and shook his head. The buzz was already clearing, and he leaned on the table while he thought.

"Uh, I never... played a drinking game." That he could remember. But that was a trifling detail.

Half-closing his eyes, he crossed his legs and leaned back to be more comfortable while he watched Zack with a smirk.

♥

[i_love_squats]

“Well, you got it at birth, right?” Wow, so yeah, there’s some reasoning skills still left intact, so he clearly could have a few other shots before he had to be carried out.

But just a few.

Zack made a face (a repeat of the pouts before), but threw back the drink and dropped the glass to the tabletop. For a long moment, he didn’t say anything, just stared over Heine’s shoulder, watching the wall behind him. Even though he looked half-hypnotized, he was just thinking. Planning. What else could get him for?

“I never….” His brow furrowed before swinging those blue eyes back to him. “I never…lived above a clinic.” Yeah. That was good, right? But really, this needed to start getting juicy here soon. After all, wasn’t that the whole point of these damn games?

Well, that and the intoxication.

♥♥

[stray_gunner]

"...I wasn't -- oh, never mind." It wouldn't be worth trying to argue the point that he was pretty sure that he hadn't been born, more... created. But he didn't want to think about that right now.

Heine watched his apparent drinking buddy stare off into the distance. Was this a bad sign? Probably. He ignored it, again, and instead waited.

"...fine," he groused, reaching for another shot and emptying the glass.

"I never used a sword before," Heine said finally, shrugging. Well, he hadn't. Knives, yes, but that didn't count.

♥♥♥

[i_love_squats]

Semantics. Tomato, tomato. Created, born, it wouldn't have mattered; all living things were created, from conception on, so the exact details didn't matter. Heine came into this world with white hair. Close enough.

And really, Heine, be glad he was a bit tipsy, otherwise he might have pressed you on the whole thing. Relentlessly. Til the end of the world. Why are you hesitating. Wasn't what? What's going on? Shame there was a game being played, and he was way too determined to win (even if all fate itself was against him

♥♥♥ x1000

[stray_gunner]

Distracted by the feeling of alcohol being flushed out of his system (where the hell did it go, anyway? He'd never bothered to think about it until now, and now he kind of wished he'd never started), Heine watched the other man distantly.

"You're going to have one hell of a headache tomorrow," he said, very quietly. Smirking, Heine waited for Zack to complete his sentence and then promptly scowled.

"Bastard." He did take the shot, though, and leaned back to think for a moment. "I never had a hangover," he finally said smugly.

♥♥♥ x100000

[i_love_squats]

"Headaches are the for the weak." Zack's smile exuded the cool confidence of someone who would worry about something like that tomorrow (when it reared it's ugly head and was a serious problem); for now, he was coasting on the friendly skies of liquor and beer. Why worry about what the future would bring? It was fun just to live and breathe in the now!

"'Sides, I can handle it." And his charming smile was a little lopsided, loose, relaxed. "Just like I can handle this shot here." And he took the hangover-causer, dammit, and tossed it back. There.

There.

Hands found the bartop as he tried to stand, stumbled, nearly fell into Heine, and tried again. Bathroom. Now. "I...never..." he said as tried to walk away. "....got this drunk before." Broken rules. Oh well.