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[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

You know, this place is more obnoxious than a New York subway station some days. Nothin' but people with things they shouldn't have. Cripes. [ this would be Luke, playing bartender. he's irritated, but feel free to come by and ask him to make you something! ]

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[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

*shrugs* I do. And I said leave the bottle.

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[ sighs lightly, setting the bottle down ] Just don't be one of those retarded drunks that passes out in front of or on the bar? And don't you dare puke in here, I'll have to forcibly extract those piercings.

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

*grabs the bottle and pours himself a shot* Psh. I am a-a tank.

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[ frowns a little, sipping at his own drink ] ...Slow down, you can get plenty plastered on half that bottle.

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

Shuddup... I'm fine.

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

I'm mostly saying that in hopes of preserving my tequila. You don't need to drink the entire bottle to get hammered, you've not got that much body mass.

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

Like I said. Ima tank.

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[ gives him a rather unamused glance ] ...Sure.

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

*he's already starting to loo a little faced, there...* F-fine. Don't believe me.

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[ loo a little faced, is it? XD he reaches out to take the bottle ] At least have a little of something else, too. [ pushes a glass of water at him, regardless. If nothing else it'll help with the hangover. ]

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

*pfft I meant "look" xD a-anyway, he just kinda glances at the glass of water, before pushing it away*

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

...You want to be hungover?

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

Don't care.

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

[ puts the tequila away ] Why the hell not? What happened?

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

N-none of your business!

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

... Chill, Asch. I'm just curious, there's no obligation to tell me anything. I just figured it was my duty as a bartender.

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

I'll... I'll tell you w-when I'm drunk enough.

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

... I would say you're already drunk enough, but I suppose since you're not telling me anything you're not. [ pours more tequila in his glass with a sigh ]

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

*downs that shot quickly, waiting for another shot*

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

... [ pours him another ]

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

*raises an eyebrow at him* A-are you... planning on-on drinking me u-under the table?

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

I'm not drinking, Asch. [ gestures to his half-full Tom Collins ]

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

Th-then wassat? *points to said Tom Collins*

[highmaintanance.livejournal.com]

I'm not drinking it right now, I mean. How can I be drinking you under the table if I haven't touched the thing since I started pouring you shots...?

[crimsongrunge.livejournal.com]

...Mm.