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 Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 11:29 pm
Spy only smirked as he filled his own glass. He wasn't really sure why he was being nice to Arthur, but he supposed it didn't matter. Come morning (or afternoon), the nation most likely wouldn't remember any of this. "And you aren't as annoying as I first thought you," he replied. "Unfortunately, zhat is only when you are drunk."
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 11:39 pm
He made an attempt to glare at the other, but it was near impossible to take it seriously when equipped with long floppy ears, a tail, nudity, and drunkeness. Oh, yes, he definitely cut quite an intimidating look like this. But he soon brushed it off. He had had worst insults then that. Drinking some more, he soon had to fill his glass again. He drank the last glass quite fast, so he was just going to try and make this one last. He could barely grip it in hand. So maybe waiting a little was best. "H-How am I 'ny diff'rent drunk from sober?" He slurred. Oh, it was getting a little pitiful. But damnit! He was- "the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland damnit! I can hold my drinks!" He said loudly out of nowhere. Okay, those were the only big words he could manage to say without slurring. It was his full name after all. Fortunately, he didn't shout 'I am' in front of that. So far he just sounded like a rediculously proud drunk Englishman. He grabbed the glass and took a swig from it. As if making it a point to prove he could hold his liquor.
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 11:53 pm
"For one, you let yourself 'ave more fun," Spy replied, taking a drink. He didn't gulp it down like Arthur was, but he wasn't sipping, either. "And zhe number of compliments I've gotten from you while sober is zero. I can be a bit of a sucker for flattery... But zhen, 'oo isn't?" He only laughed at the outburst. "I never said you couldn't."
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 12:01 am
He looked at the man after he had half arse absorbed what was being said then blinked at him. "I like you better when I'm drunk too." He said with a bit of a laugh. "Well good!" As if that ended an arguement that had never even broke out. It sounded more silly then anything. "And good 'n such to the flat thing...Bloody sakes.. this whiskey." He trailed off about nothing for a moment. "I'm going to have tea later. I need some I think. OH!" A moment of realization struck him. Funny it took him getting drunk to know it. "I'm sorry." He said.
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 12:07 am
Spy allowed himself another laugh. The hopelessly drunk were always so amusing. "You're sorry?" he questioned, raising an eyebrow. "For what?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 12:14 am
Arthur gave him a look. Almost as if the other had just drooled on himself or something. But he sighed and rolled his eyes. Like it was supposed to be the most obvious thing in the universe. "I'm sorry about that.. thing. The restaurant thing." Those were words best kept secret to the finder, and best pray the speaker didn't find out about it later. He took another drink. He sighed and stared down into his glass a moment before, to his eyes, one of his friends appeared and gave him a disapproving look. He glared at the spot on the table the winged man was supposedly standing at. "Don't you give me that look! I'll drink however much I want. If you are so concerned, you can just.. bloody well keep track of my activities and document them or something. I've seen you drink too!" The fairy sighed and then just left.
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 12:32 am
Oh, that little incident. Spy didn't want to think about those sorts of infuriating and depressing things; that was the entire point of going out. But he supposed he should say something. "I should apologize, as well... I met one of your little invisible friends. Why did you not tell me zhey were just magic, instead of, like I assumed, imaginary?" After a moment, he added, "We should both probably apologize to Faya, as well... She was quite upset after you and Francis left..." He hadn't done anything to comfort her, either. Poor girl... Hold on, was that actually a twinge of guilt he was feeling? Spy hastily took another, deeper drink of the whiskey. Damn it, he was supposed to be rid of those emotions!
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 12:40 am
He looked to the man, an almost sober look in his eye. "Would you have believed me if I told you in that moment?" None of the nations ever believed him. No matter how many times he said it. "I have wanted to apologise to her since the day it happened. But I haven't seen her since." It was the truth. Mainly because he had hidden from everyone after that. Too upset and angry. After that, everyone disappeared. So it was no doubt. He then sighed and took a drink. The music in the tavern irritated him a little. "I'm seriously thinking of beating someone senseless if they don't change the music to SOMETHING DECENT!" He suddenly shouted. Meaning to get up and do just that, his legs went from under him and he fell, crashing to the floor and landing with a groan. Though he did end up flashing a few people, thankfully none of the workers spotted this and he was able to cover up quickly again. Grumbling to himself before chuckling a little.
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 1:08 am
Spy thought about it. Would he have believed him? In that same day, he had just recovered from being the Medic's lab rat, and was told that Francis was actually France, that Arthur was actually England... and he had believed that. Before then, he was introduced to the idea that magic was real, that alchemy could accomplish more than giving a false promise of a chance at immortality, that there was scientific achievements out in the elements that were barely a glint in any scientist's eye from his world. "Yes," he answered. "Yes, I would 'ave believed you." Then Arthur shouted about the music, and made the mistake of trying to stand. "Not zhat I don't appreciate zhe show, but per'aps you shouldn't be trying to stand on your own any time soon, oui?" he asked, smirking.
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 1:11 am
((Also, all of you need to look at this right god damned now. For those trying to catch up, don't read and come back later, look at it right now.
http://chidark.deviantart.com/art/Ruki-XXIII-160574594
BECAUSE IT'S MEEEEE. I'M SO DAMN GIDDY OVER THIS.
I didn't even ask for this, I just got a PM saying, "I drew you without your permission. Sorry." I SMILE SO HARD AT THE IDEA THAT I INSPIRED SOMEONE WITH JUST A GAIA AVATAR, YOU GUYS.))
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 1:25 am
Arthur nodded and managed to push himself up. Still chuckling a little before he sighed and settled in again. He was about to take a drink before he stopped. Before he had fallen, did he hear a yes? Yes he did. A very sober expression crossed his face and he looked over to the other in complete and utter disbelief. No one ever took him seriously, so to hear that coming from someone like Spy, meant a lot more then even a loudmouthed drunkard would even admit. "Thank you." He said before picking up his drink again and taking another swig. Soon it was empty and he frowned at it. Poking the glass a little before he started to pull on his ears a little. Being careful to avoid the wound in his ear. It had almost completely healed over, but it was looking as though it might scar. That was going to look odd when he was back to normal. Oh well. "Bloody hell. This place got BORING!! You people are ALL BORING DAMNIT! Bloody wankers! Every one of them. Just.. gits. Aren't they? Just boing!"
(That;s epic!)
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 1:45 am
Perhaps he shouldn't have told the truth that time... He really shouldn't be getting too close to any of these people. Then again, he reminded himself that Arthur most likely wouldn't even remember running into him, once he sobered up. He could always lie later, if asked. None of these thoughts showed on Spy's face, however. Instead, he just laughed. "Per'aps we should go elsewhere, if zhe entertainment here isn't to your liking?" he asked, continuing his smirk. "Unless zhere's a jukebox or something here... Hah, I could put on the Beatles for you!" There was a good chance Arthur, being England, would like an English band, especially one as popular as the Beatles.
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 1:55 am
Sighing heavily, he picked up the bottle and decided that taking a swig from the source was a good idea, so it was just what he did. The bottle tipped back as he listened to Spy, and he drank for a moment. A few good gulps before he set the bottle down. Looking over to Spy, he blinked and then looked around. Chuckling slightly, his head felt like it was on a loose swivel. "The Beatles are absolutely bloody fantastic!" He said, looking around some more. "No jukebox!?" He almost screamed it in outrage before someone started to near the table. "Sir, if you cannot keep yourself under control, you are going to have to leave." Arthur shot a deadly glare. "Not my fault you don't have a jukebox." He muttered. A slight air of confrontation started to build. He then looked over to Spy. "We should go somewhere else or something. These people are bloody gits!" That earned him the look. Time to go, or he was going to get tossed.
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 2:02 am
Spy shook his head, and finished his first (and only) glass. "Come on, Arthur," he began, standing up and offering the shorter man his arm. He'd already proven he couldn't get up unaided. "Do you 'ave your own record player in your room? Zhere won't be any more 'boring gits' to bozzer you there." Sure, his night out was being cut a little short, but... Well, he'd be lying if he said he hadn't enjoyed himself at least a little. It was funny watching Arthur get all worked up over, sometimes literally, nothing. And if he happened to pass out not too long after Spy brought him back, then that freed him up to leave once again.
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 2:12 am
As he was helped from the chair, on shakey legs no less, he thought about the question a moment before he nodded. "I have one." He said with a nod. One that caused his head to spin a little. He shot another look to the employee standing there as if that little fact was going to make the other feel worse for not having a jukebox. Rubbing it in more would only make the 'bad guy' feel worse. That's right, I have a record player, I don't need your tavern! He thought. "I also have more whiskey.. I think there is.. tch. Wine." He never was one for wine. It tasted like horse urine to him. But, he heaved a sigh and tried to make himself appear somewhat dignified, and he began to move towards the door to leave.
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