[ Wolfwood needs a drink before he answers that question. He takes his glass, sighs, and empties the glass. He pours another but doesn't drink it yet. ]
They were all a bunch of assholes I didn't even want to work with. I wasn't going to give them any more time of day.
Ha. [ Wolfwood laughs because they have too much in common. Bluesummers wanted to kill him on sight, and if Wolfwood were any less useful, he'd try to kill him... more seriously than he has already. ]
If Millions Knives weren't holding everyone together, I wouldn't be surprised if it turned into a free-for-all bloodbath.
[ The words explain everything, and it's shit. It's not something Wolfwood can help with. She's gone, and he doesn't have girlfriend fetching powers. If he did, his brother would be here. ]
Shit. I should have ordered all the bottles in the bar.
[ He pours some more and drinks it. ]
That's shit. I'll drink here as long as you want to.
[Zack hasn't looked at a clock either, honestly. It's just a thing to say.]
Good. Don't need to make things worse by dragging you into it and getting you hurt. I'm trustin' you.
[He's not sure he has it in him to play watchdog even on a good day- he's just not built for that kind of responsibility. Still, if Wolfwood did get sick, he'd carry the poor guy home.]
[ It's a small thing, but Wolfwood feels a warmer spark from Zack trusting him than from the whiskey. He wasn't going to cause Zack any problems tonight before that statement, but he's especially not doing it now. Whiskey may fade, but he wants that spark to stay. ]
Only thing you dragged me into is dragging your sorry ass home at the end of the night if you need it. You're not that heavy. It won't be hard.
That's good because I give a lot of shit. And nicknames.
[ The serious comment however gets Wolfwood glancing at his drink. He takes a sip. A second sip. Vash is in Folkmore, but the alcohol burns in his heart. ]
I've avoided figuring that out. Things were busy back home, and the moment a pause could have come the fox showed up. I came here, and I haven't thought about that since.
[Zack barks a brief laugh. Feels good to laugh, after all the misery he's been vibing with recently. He'll take the shit, and the nicknames. Very limited complaining.
It's a short-lived laugh, but it happened, and he'll take that gladly.]
Wrong way to who? I dunno how it works, but that feels like a rule you can make up yourself.
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They were all a bunch of assholes I didn't even want to work with.
I wasn't going to give them any more time of day.
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You're way better than anyone I've worked with, but that's not much of a compliment.
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[Some of them even succeeded!]
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If Millions Knives weren't holding everyone together, I wouldn't be surprised if it turned into a free-for-all bloodbath.
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[Is that a person? An organization?? Hell of a name either way.]
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[ Wolfwood waves a hand. ]
No one wants to cross him. He could kill any one of us. Hell all of us if we grouped together, which we never would.
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[It sucks! He's tired of it!]
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Shitty things happen, and it makes for shitty people who keep doing shittier and shittier things? That's the best I got.
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[Zack downs another shot, pouring a fresh one, though before he swigs he swirls the liquid around in his glass.]
...The fox sent my girlfriend home. So. That's shitty.
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Shit. I should have ordered all the bottles in the bar.
[ He pours some more and drinks it. ]
That's shit. I'll drink here as long as you want to.
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[He could keep drinking for a while yet.]
Stop before you die, though. I dunno a SOLDIER's limits.
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[ He hadn't looked at a clock when Zack made his way over. When bad things happen, it's drinking time, no matter the time of day.
The limit Zack suggests though... Wolfwood thinks of Vash, and yeah, he's not going to drink himself into the grave, not even for one night. ]
I have a fast metabolism. It takes a lot more to keep me drunk, and even more to kill me. Dying isn't good drinking buddy behavior. It's off the list.
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Good. Don't need to make things worse by dragging you into it and getting you hurt. I'm trustin' you.
[He's not sure he has it in him to play watchdog even on a good day- he's just not built for that kind of responsibility. Still, if Wolfwood did get sick, he'd carry the poor guy home.]
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Only thing you dragged me into is dragging your sorry ass home at the end of the night if you need it. You're not that heavy. It won't be hard.
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You're the real hero tonight, man. Thanks.
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If you want to wind up on the floor for the night, drink at home. Then no one has to worry about walking.
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You just called me more depressing. Not in a while mind you, but Vash and I have both done that. Together even.
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We've moved up in the world. We're here.
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[He takes another deep drink of his alcohol.]
We're here... but I'm still figuring out how to deal with bein' the one left behind.
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[ The serious comment however gets Wolfwood glancing at his drink. He takes a sip. A second sip. Vash is in Folkmore, but the alcohol burns in his heart. ]
I've avoided figuring that out. Things were busy back home, and the moment a pause could have come the fox showed up. I came here, and I haven't thought about that since.
That's probably the wrong way of doing it.
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It's a short-lived laugh, but it happened, and he'll take that gladly.]
Wrong way to who? I dunno how it works, but that feels like a rule you can make up yourself.
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Deal with being left behind. It's not dealing.
[ Wolfwood shrugs. ]
I'm leaving that as a problem to... some other me. Not me now.
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