( text | un: alucard )

[ananym]

I'm getting drunk.

Who else wants to get drunk.

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[ananym]

And I assume no one wants to.

[reneger]

ouch
i felt that
right in my cold, dead heart

[ananym]

Probably because you deserve it.

[reneger]

i bet you're great fun at parties

( but whatever, shit company is always a great time when he's in a shit mood, and jason's sauntering his way on over to the kitchen. )

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[ananym]

[ like he said, he's in the kitchen with a heap of bottles around. alucard has poured himself a nice glass of red wine and shows no sign of stopping. ]

[reneger]

( alucard has a glass, but jason skips right faking being civilized company, and saunters on passed him to grab onto a bottle of whatever looks strongest. he pulls a knife out of his pocket, uses the edge to open it up.

and as soon as it's open, tips the bottle over his mouth to take a good few drinks of it. conversation can happen after he's gotten something into his stomach. )

Damn, you weren't kidding about hoarding 'em.

[ananym]

I am not one to embellish.

[ finishing one glass with a snap and helping himself to another. ]