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[bethebetterman]

[Later in the evening, Casimiro is wandering around town "behaving". Yes, after running amok a few nights ago, he's now attempting to keep a low profile. Long story short, he decided to take his evening meal tonight from a few drones he met at the bar. All of whom he gave copious amounts of alcohol to. So, yes. Casimiro is now stumbling around

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B

[shoeofbaileys]

[Yeah, Old Gregg will tolerate this for a little bit before leaning in.]

Old Gregg don't give no shit.

[bethebetterman]

[For some reason he is having a horrible time understanding why not.]

Yeah well... maybe I don't "give no shit" about what Old Gregg don't give no shit about. But you should!

[shoeofbaileys]

Yeah? Why Old Gregg oughta care what some drunk motherlicker thing?

[bethebetterman]

Y'gotta trust me. Just trust me.

B - If only because Ken here loves soccer

[weiss_tank]

E-eh? What the...You ok there mister?

[bethebetterman]

Okay? Hah, more'n okay. I'm so okay that...

[What train of thought. Finds a new one he likes better, switches immediately.]

Y'ever heard of soccer kid? You'd be surprised how many people here never heard of soccer!

[weiss_tank]

Heard of soccer?! Fuck yeah I have! I love soccer! [He is now ignoring the fact that he can smell the booze dripping off your breath.]

[bethebetterman]

Finally, someone who recognizes the greatest sport in the world!

[This shake he gives Ken is one of approval, but a little rough.]

We should- hey, we should play sometime!

A

[heartstar_blues]

"☠☠☠☠ you too you ☠☠☠☠!"

[The Captain is a tad drunk as well.]

[bethebetterman]

Don't call me that y' pathetic... stupid blood-bag. I'll kill ya if I feel like it!

[heartstar_blues]

"Blood bag? What are you, some sort of robot? You want me to take you apart and spread your pieces over the ☠☠☠☠ city?"

[No Captain, robots called you flesh bag...]

[bethebetterman]

Fuck no, I'm a vampire, moron! C'mere an' I'll show you just how much one can mess you up!

[bruisesnparcels]

[Lamont's one of those few people who know that Cas waking up on the bench would be a very, very bad idea. He huffs out some white breaths-- damn, he's not fond of this weather, and walks on over. With a little scrutiny, he wrinkles his nose before bending and giving his business associate a firm shoulder shake.]

Hey. Cas. Bad place to take a nap.

[bethebetterman]

[Grumble grumble, and he swats at the hand shaking him without opening his eyes. No dice Monty, he's sleepy.]

[bruisesnparcels]

[Mister Toucey sighs and looks around. Well, he's not wearing mittens, but his hands are tough enough to withstand a little chill.

Lamont forms a solid snowball in his hands from some nearby material.

A nice fastball to Cas' face.] Up and at 'em!

1/2

[bethebetterman]

[Oh thanks a lot, because now he's falling off the bench and scrambling to his feet.]

What the f-

B, why does this feel familiar :|a

[rogue_crow]

[As soon as Zevran realizes who he's now wearing like a rather angular coat, he pauses, cocking an eyebrow.] ...hungry again, my friend? I would have expected me to have tided you over longer than that.

no idea bro~

[bethebetterman]

[Oh that voice sounds familiar- oh this is Zevran he's draping on! Well look at that.]

I don't jus' eat once a week y'know... but 'm not hungry.

[rogue_crow]

I suspect you do not drink an entire elf's worth of blood every day, either. Still, my blood and I are quite glad to hear it.

What are you up to then, may I ask? You look...almost drunk, actually, but Conrad told me that vampires cannot eat or drink normal things... [The question isn't even inflected, but it's certainly implied.]

[bethebetterman]

Yeah well... you'd expect a mortal wouldn't have to eat three times a day but that's jus' how life goes.

[And Casimiro laughs, perhaps longer than necessary.] Don' listen to Conrad, ever. He's not even a real vampire, not t'me anyway.

But no, he's right. Ever heard of "blood alcohol content"?