forget about life for a while [closed]

[tidesnpc]

Characters: Anyone on the Convoy
Content: This is the closest thing to an Amicus party the Convoy will have. Anyone who wants to drink to celebrate the holiday is more than welcome, but drowning your sorrows is all right, too.
Setting: The Convoy's mess hall
Time: Amicus, evening and into the night
Warnings: Alcohol use, plus whatever the

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[find_my_truth]

Souji didn't normally drink, the time he'd taken more then a social sip countable on one hand. But... the last 24 hours made drinking seem more and more attractive.

He wasn't drunk, and common sense was making him take it slow, but perhaps he was leaning against the mess hall wall a little more then a man with complete control of his balance.

[edge_of_honor]

Under different circumstances Edgeworth would have all ready been here with a glass in hand. This might be strange to some; he wasn't a social person by any means, and, unless one was unfortunate enough to witness his darker moods over a year ago, few would suspect that he used to be the sort of man who would hide from his problems behind a bottle. Current events, though, were enough to make any man lapse back into nasty habits.

However, there were now other things on his mind: namely, the sudden appearance of Hisoka Kurosaki and his own cousin, Souji Seta. His old junior officer's message had sent him in a near panic, and as soon as he was done on the journal, he rushed through the ship in search of them. After no sign of Souji elsewhere, he slowly made his way into the mess hall. Would he be here?

Yes, yes he was. Nerves nearly stopped Edgeworth in his tracks, but not for long. He took a deep breath, clenched his fist, and took long, slow strides towards him.

[find_my_truth]

He didn't notice his cousin at first, more then content to hold up the wall and look like he'd aged 10 years in half as many days. But when he did spot the man approaching he froze, staring long and hard. Something wasn't connecting in his mind-- Edgeworth was supposed to be on a diplomatic ship right now, right? No, it wasn't that exactly that was making his brain buzz.

Oh, it was the lack of a certain part of his cousin's body. That made sense.

Souji just kept staring at Edgeworth like gull about to be hit by a rudder. "Miles..?"

[edge_of_honor]

Edgeworth froze in his tracks and stared right back at him. His throat went dry and his blood ran cold, and his mind, now blank, panicked to find something, anything to say.

"Souji, I-"

He stopped himself mid-sentence. Something wasn't right. Souji looked dazed, confused, and-

That's when it hit him: Souji was drunk. Were it anyone else, he would have recognized the signs instantly, but he never expected to see him like this. Edgeworth sighed and hung his head low.

"Sit down," he said, his voice muted and dull. "We need to talk."

[flailingbento]

The relief that Ichigo and Utena had come back alive was great; but it couldn't mitigate the shock of knowing the continent was irreversibly changed, missing a piece that had once held farms and people and monsters. Watanuki wasn't sure what had brought him down here tonight. It might have been sorrow for the continent, a desire to come closer to the people he cared for, to spend time in their company, assured of their safety; it might have been celebration, that they were all alive, that Ichigo was here and safe, that at least they had not had to mourn one of their own number. Maybe it was a combination of both