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"Hey, it's all in the Book." Wolfwood replied, grinning. "People actually claimed way back then that they could turn into creatures under the full moon, and I guess that aspect of the Holy Book was taken and applied in a different way." He shook his head, grinning, "It gets even better once you get to deal with them. A few hard knocks to the head later and they're an ordinary citizen again. I blame their cigs -- they use a diffferent plant to make'em, and they don't taste good when smoked. I lit one up by accident and thought my motorcycle was a snake trying to drive me into one of the suns." He shook his head, taking a pull on his thankfully, blessed normal cigarette.

Wolfwood smirked, tsk'ing at Vash. "I'd enjoy it while you can. Something's bound to happen around you sooner or later. Trust me, I've seen it happen first hand." He finished his donut, then eyed his bottle. He'd have to remember this brand -- it wasn't strong enough to knock him flat, as the bottles Vash chose. Then again, he was alternating between cigarette and booze... eh.

He watched Vash carefully, and prayed that the jukebox's next song wouldn't be a sad one. He didn't think he could handle a sobbing drunk. "Oi, Vash." He called, grabbing his attention. "Where can I grab more cigs? I know where the booze cupboard is, but is there anything else? Like a bike?"

Wolfwood blew a raspberry at Vash, rolling his eyes and grinning. "C'mon, you know I don't get high. I see enough things around you that throw me into a spin, thanks."

He watched with interest as Vash jumped down and began walking -- wobbling? How much and what did he drink? -- towards the cabinets. When he opened them, Wolfwood gave a whoop of joy and climbed over the table, stopping to discard his spent cigarette into a stray bowl left over from another kitsu. He jumped off it and trotted over to him, sticking his nose into the cabinet and sniffing the various boxes. "Mmm~"

He nosed open a couple boxes, reaching in to grab a carton from various containers. Satisfied with his choices he began slipping them into his pockets, using his teeth on the last carton to tear a hole into it to access the contents inside. "Thanks, Vash! 's nice of them to put'em on the ground level, innit?"

Wolfwood looked at Vash curiously, raising an eyebrow as Vash seemed to give up on something then walk back. He shrugged, closing the cabinet and rejoining his friend at the table after sliding his opened carton into a pocket.

"Whoa, careful!" He shouted, scrambling to save the bottle from tipping over. "Eeesh, you need to be more careful, otherwise I'd have to lap it up." Wolfwood made a face -- he may look like an animal, but he was damned if he would act like one.

...Perhaps later, when he was more drunk.

Wolfwood grabbed the bottle carefully in his jaws and tilted his head back, gulping down a couple swigs before setting it back on the table. "Whoa!" He breathed, letting his upper torso sprawl across the table. "'s good shtuff." There was a lazy, contented smile on his face, and he was starting to get a nice fuzzy feeling... He pulled himself up and took another swig before setting it down and carefully pushing it back to Vash.

Wolfwood groaned. "But I'm not drunk enough yet!" He protested, grabbing his bottle and finishing off what remained in it before setting it down. Was that -- yes! Wolfwood hopped onto the table and pounced on the unopened bottle, using his teeth to tear off the cork before chugging it.

WHOO! There! Wolfwood set the bottle back on the table and blinked. His vision was sorta narrowed... but hey! Wolfwood threw back his head and sang, "He must have been an admiral, a sultan, or a king! / And to his praises we shall always sing! / Look what he has done for us, he's filled us up with cheer! / Lord bless Charlie Mopps, / The man who invented beer beer beer, tiddley beer beer beer~" He threw Vash a wide smile, weaving from side to side from his position atop the tablet. "Iiii know it~" Wolfwood replied, grinning.

Wolfwood grinned as Vash joined him, reaching down to grab the bottle that still had liquor in it and chugging it. If he was more coherent, he would probably notice that the bottle was identical to Vash's with its higher alcohol content, but hey? Who's to care when it gives a good buzz and makes you feel good?

"Four... Five... HEY!" Wolfwood launched into the chorus, swaying back and forth in time to the music. He blinked as Vash got up onto the table, staring at him for a moment and narrowing his eyes. "Hey, shomtin's not right," he hazard, reaching over to poke Vash and missing. "Tharrrr's a lack of tie!" At this proclamation, Wolfwood nosed into one of his pockets and withdrew a colorful, green and orange candy striped tie, grinning. "I's still has it!" He stated proudly.

Wolfwood made a reply, but it was undecipherable through the tie and the unavoidable slur. He looped the tie around one ear and dropped it, shaking his head. "I missh'd. Yoooou need help gettin it on?" He blinked several times at Vash, and gave him a broad grin. "You're lookin' good~"

Wolfwood nodded vigerously in response to Vash's question. "Yesh! You look verreh good! Th'girlsh'll be all over yooou~" He laughed, trying to wag his tails and succeeding in wiggling his wings instead. "Eeehehehe!"

"Hey hey! I take pri-pride in mah looksh!" Wolfwood replied, drawing himself up then collapsing into Vash, laughing. "Hahaha! Humanoid Typhoonsh drunk'n'goain' off courshe inter... ter... bah, whar'ss that bottle?" Wolfwood pushed himself up and leaned towards the bottle, discovering belatedly that he had leaned too far and now met the table with a hefty smack! "Ooffsh! Doan' be sho meeean~"