Who: Nabooru, you, you, you, some more you's, oh - maybe you, too
When: Oct. 14 - Evening ~ Late Night
What: It's a shindig. No, seriously. Nabs wanted everyone to get together for drinks. (And she's inconspicuously trying to force Byrne into being more sociable.) And by everyone, we do mean everyone of age.
Where: This... here tavern in FDC. No,
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"I gave you," stated Goose, "the drink that only the best men can handle." That should stir Wario up enough. That is, Goose hoped it would.
Of course, it wasn't that he himself would ever have that drink. Hell no.
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"Well, if that's the case then, I can handle this!" Then Wario took several more swigs.
Wario's high amount of fat stores certainly helped him with how much alcohol he could handle, so he was by no means a lightweight. But damn, he was really feeling it now. The room was spinning and everything was more tolerable, though that probably wouldn't last long. Not with this drink.
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"You're doing kinda alright. Could be better, but," spoke Goose light-heartedly with a shrug. "What can I do? Heh."
He leaned over and elbowed Wario in the arm. "Hey. Bet you can't finish that whole glass."
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Wario was starting to get considerably inebriated by now, but he couldn't say no to Goose's challenge. Now he had to finish the whole glass.
"Heh heh... Bottoms up, bird-brain!" His words were slightly slurred, but he took the glass and chugged the rest, ignoring the high potency of the taste. Oh man. He was going to regret this in the morning.
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Okay no, that wasn't his intention, but still. THIS WAS STILL SO GOOD.
"Not bad at all," the pilot commented, slapping him playfully on the back. "You're a real man now. You got that shit down, and now chicks are gonna be swarmin' at your feet and selling you mansions. How's it feel?"
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How did he feel? Well right now he was okay, though the room was spinning. He wanted to lie down, but he had a slight euphoric feeling from the drunkenness. It probably wouldn't last long.
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"The girls will even join you in it. Heh. How's that?" Goose doesn't see how he could say no.
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The rational part of his brain knew that Goose was just being a douchewad, but he was too drunk to listen to that rational side. Man, he hadn't been this drunk in so long. It normally took several drinks for him to get this drunk, but with only a couple drinks and this drink Goose gave him.... Damn.
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Goose glanced about and located an unused table. This should be good.
"You've gotta dance," he started, swinging an arm around Wario's shoulder and using his free hand to point at said table. "On that. Topless."
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"What? You serious? Okay then, watch how a pro does it."
So, Wario stumbled over to that table and stripped off his vest and shirt. Then he climbed onto the table and started drunkenly dancing to the music blaring in the bar. Anyone witnessing this would probably either laugh their heads off or look away in horror.
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Oh god look at his moobs. They must be DD cups. Super plus sizes. Like, Wario would need a tailor for those chumpies.
Okay, maybe that was an exaggeration, but still. THIS IS THE MOST HILARIOUS THING.
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"Yeaaaah!" he cried, shaking his body around. His flab was probably all jiggly and shaking around. It was rather sad.
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Either way, he MIGHT have felt a little guilty not giving Wario something a little worthwhile for all this zaniness. Maybe. Maybe he just thought he'd need to buy things to help with the hangover the next day.
"Damn, you lookin' fine."
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"Is it that I just look that good? Wah ha ha ha ha!"
No, he didn't think the dollars were coming from the non-existent girls, but he did enjoy free money. Oh yes he did. So, maybe he wouldn't completely regret this tomorrow.
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Goose gestured to a few random girls sharing a table near Wario. They were definitely staring at him, but they weren't exactly pleased enough to be throwing money.
"They want you."
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