( text | un: alucard )

[ananym]

I'm getting drunk.

Who else wants to get drunk.

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[greenpower]

That will get you fucked up.

We could use some of that.

[ananym]

I'll check to see if we have any.

[greenpower]

If you find some, I'll take three.

[ananym]

Very well.

[greenpower]

I'll meet you in the kitchen.

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[ananym]

[ when she arrives, alucard has set aside some moonshine for her as promised. he seems to be settled in with his many wine bottles. ]

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[greenpower]

[That is a lot of wine. Not Ivy's choice when it comes to drinking with the goal of getting drunk, but she can respect the commitment.

She doesn't speak up until she's poured herself a shot and tossed it back in a quick go.]

So. Are we drinking for someone in particular?

[ananym]

I do not believe so.

[ he's drinking because he's pissed and upset with himself. ]

You?

[greenpower]

[She pours herself another glass and sips this time. It's not exactly the flavor that she wants to linger over, but there's something satisfying about the peel-the-paint-of-a-car-door burn.]

Yuuuup. I wouldn't drink like this over no one.

[ananym]

[ ah. ]

Loss is hard to swallow.

[greenpower]

[Ivy isn't the kind to start opening up just because she has a "feeling" and she's not inclined to start now.

Not nearly drunk enough.]

You can say that again.

[ananym]

[ that's fine with him. they're here to drink, not talk about it. alucard certainly doesn't want to talk about it.

instead he merely raises his glass in her direction. ]

[greenpower]

[Ivy raises her glass in a silent toast.

Time to drink heavily.

Maybe before the night's over.]