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Nicodemus took a drink of his water and eyed it suspiciously. "Hm... it tastes like its better... for you." He laughed and set the mug down. "So what next?" He pointed to Rio quickly. "you get to pick, I picked us getting drunk...... ish your turn."

He let his hand drop to his side. His other arm still around Riot's neck. The other people in the bar went back to thier own busyness as if nothing had never happen. Most probably even forgot about the small speeches.

Nicodemus frowned at the mention of home. Rotten parents. "They had better treat you better... Or else I'll have to talk to you through jail bars." He moves his arm off of Riots shoulder and cracked his knuckles. "They'll regret it when you climb the ranks. I promise you they l will regret everything."

He wobbled to his feet and looked around the room. "I know what we're gonna do."

His arms folded across his chest. His voice was louder than it should have been. "You gotta pilot the liger though... that's the deal."

"I wanna get us somethin' to remember his day. Something permanent." He placed his hand on Riots back and lead him towards the door. "A tat... Your first one... bettern' the republic crest."

The bartender shook his head and laughed. At least they were not violent.

"Head north from here... I'll point out the building... Place is open like... forever."

"Yeah... they bran-branded me with the crest. You'll get it too, but yours will be awesomer than mine."

Nicodemus stopped pushing Riot when they got in front of the liger. He looked up to the ZOID. "I know what we're gonna do." He laughed as if someone had told him a really funny joke.

"But it's a surprise. You're not allowed to know yet. So no peeking."

Even in his drunken state he was able to climb onto the ZOID's paw. One could not tell he was drunk by watching his movements. The old liger moved his head so the two could get in, the cockpit opened slowly. Nicodemus almost hit his head on the orange glass as he jumped in, missed it by mere inches. He was impatient for it to open all the way. "Common pinky!" He called as he leapt into the passenger seat.

Nicodemus watched the stunt with his arms folded and resting in the edge of the cockpit. His chin resting on his arms. When his brother smacked into the windshield. He chuckled at the site.

"Bro... that was stupid..." Nicodemus slurred. "An that means you were bested by an imperial chick... at least it was a chick... though."

He leaned back in his seat, dragging his hands over his military cut hair.

The old Liger grunted. It knew it would no doubt have to pilot himself while the two drunk boys have fun. But it didn't mind, as long as they were safe.
The controls locked up. It was decided. He would move himself to their location.

Ultimately the liger had one the deal as he had not even gotten buzzed. William roared as the cockpit closed and he begun to walk out of the parking lot.

"I do, or else... or else... um... God, I guess you are right. I didn't." He laughed and smacked Riot upside the head. "But I did because." He sniffled. "I love you bro..." Nicodemus pretended to cry before laughing again.

"I'll let you in on a secret... but don't tell Riot." He looked both ways before leaning back on the seat. He paused and looked surprised. "Riot... I was gonna tell a secret to someone... but I forget where I left them."

The liger huffed and continued to the Republic city. Though it was night time some shops were still open, to include a tattoo shop Nicodemus was talking about. A clean place... and 24 hours. Late night was actually the busy time. Tattoos were a drunks favorite past time.

"I PASS-OUT WHEN I WANNA!" Nicodemus smacked Riot upside the head. Or at least tried to. William, the old liger, came to a sudden stop as they reached the tattoo parlor close to the outside of town.

Nicodemus laughed as they dew close. The Liger popped the cockpit open just as the drunk pilot tried to get out of the seat. For a drunk man he was still skilled at exiting the cockpit without falling. No one would be able to tell from a distance that he was buzzed.

"And I didn't even fall down... Or hit my head... COMMON BRO!" He called up to Riot. "I wanna give you your b-day present..."

Nicodemus didn't even flinch at Riot's playful punch. In response his muscles tensed as he let out a sigh. "Okay, but mine first."

He moved forward slowly so Riot could keep up with him. There was one destination on his mind and that was to the tat shop to get his brother a memorable tattoo.

The shop was empty save for the tat artist who was reading a magazine on trick ZOID parts. Everything expensive and always just out of price range, but MAN would they be nice.

He looked up as the drunk and his brother came through the shop door. He laughed. It was something that was often an occurrence in this place. Drunk Tats. Always amusing. So what would they be this time?

"Alright." Nicodemus spoke loudly as he swung the door open. "We need two arts on our shoulders. White and black Alicorns. Pinky here gets the white one and I'mma gonna get the black." He blurted as he continued into the shop, not even checking to see if Riot had followed. "A good tip if you do a good job. It's that little man's brithday today and he's gonna be king. So do a good job..."

The artists laughed. THIS was going to be fun...