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[mydutyisnotover.livejournal.com]

[While all the lovey-dovey couples are running around White Chalice in Valentine's day lunacy, some people aren't so lucky and spend the time in more depressing ways. Drinking at Herb's bar, for example. Frank and the other Old Men of White Chalice are here already at one table, but everyone is welcome - being foreveralone.jpg is not a requirement, but it's a plus.]

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[vjockey.livejournal.com]

[Cheng was looking at his beer with some hesitation. Staring at the beverage like it was some sort of nuclear device waiting to explode.]

[mydutyisnotover.livejournal.com]

Never had a beer before, Cheng?

[vjockey.livejournal.com]

I've never had alcohol before. It is... daunting

[luvs-scimitars.livejournal.com]

[Azrad isn't usually the encouraging type, but this man was taking a bit too long.]

There is nothing much to it.

[mydutyisnotover.livejournal.com]

Give it a go. It gets better with every sip.

[vjockey.livejournal.com]

[Cheng nods, and takes a sip. He's tasted worse. A slight grimace is the only sign on his face. Then he takes another. And another. and he keeps going until...]

Sir?...I think I'll be going off now...

[He promptly fell backward off his chair.. his ONLY glass sitting on the table and was at least a tenth full.]

[mydutyisnotover.livejournal.com]

That might've been a bad choice...

Hey, Cheng. Don't fall asleep yet.

[Frank tries to shake him into consciousness.]

[vjockey.livejournal.com]

[Seems to look panicked and let out a rapidfire shout of Chinese. He then slumps and mutters it more sedately, looking completely out of it.]

[mydutyisnotover.livejournal.com]

Anyone got water?

[zetahatsudo.livejournal.com]

[Unlike his fellow alcoholic-virgin Cheng, Kamille had ripped through his metaphorical Hymen without abandon, and was chugging his drink like it was a soda.]

F-Fucking Damnit! [Slams the glass down, bottom up, not a drop left.] I thought I was better than-hic!-this. [his hand was a bloody mess, but it didn't stop the Gundam pilot from threatening Herb into giving him what he wanted.] So w-why am I such a f-fucking mess!? [he's degenerated into a blubbering fool at this stage. Bother at your own peril]

[punches-vamps.livejournal.com]

...You doin' alright, kid?

[zetahatsudo.livejournal.com]

Who the hell you calling a kid!? [Yeah, Kamille's not a happy drunk.] My name is Kamille Fucking Bidan! Use it!

[punches-vamps.livejournal.com]

Right, you've had enough. Get out.

[zetahatsudo.livejournal.com]

I'm not moving from this spot until you say my god damn name, do you hear me!? [He's really pissed right now.]

[punches-vamps.livejournal.com]

[Roads just starts scratching his head.]

Kid, you really don't want to start this sort of thing...

[zetahatsudo.livejournal.com]

[Roads, why are you provoking him?!]

MY NAME IS KAMILLE! NOT KID!

[punches-vamps.livejournal.com]

You're less than half my age, you're getting drunk for no damn reason, and you're starting a fight over a form of address.

You're a kid, and you've had too much. Get out.

[Roads stands up, leaving his glass on the bar.]

[zetahatsudo.livejournal.com]

I DON'T CARE IF I'M A KID, I HAVE A NAME, A GODDAMN NAME! WHAT'S THE POINT OF HAVING ONE IF PEOPLE TELL YOU TO USE SOMETHING ELSE!?

[punches-vamps.livejournal.com]

[Roads just goes and grabs Kamille by the back of his collar, and starts dragging the kid out of the bar.]

Can't even get a quiet drink around here...

[chases-aliens.livejournal.com]

[FLICK. A strong finger will smack you on the head Kamille.]

What. Are. You. Doing.

[zetahatsudo.livejournal.com]

[Oh. Dita.]

I'm getting drunk off my ass-hic-what does it look like? [There are tears, and that hand looks nasty, but he seems nonplussed otherwise. He's hurting, and trying to drown his psychosis in alcohol.]

[chases-aliens.livejournal.com]

And WHY do you need to do that?

[zetahatsudo.livejournal.com]

Because I can't seem to function normally when I'm sober, apparently! I punched someone because they suggested I use a nickname, a FUCKING NICKNAME instead of my real name to avoid teasing! FUCK THAT! Blue!? Who the hell is blue!? [Sort of falls backwards.] ow.

[chases-aliens.livejournal.com]

Okay you need to sober up. [Grabs by shoulders and starts dragging.]

[zetahatsudo.livejournal.com]

I'm-I'm Kamille Bidan-hic. [he's getting himself led along by Dita, seemingly not caring, though he repeats himself a couple of times.]

[chases-aliens.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes you are. Nirvana I need a pickup...

[luvs-scimitars.livejournal.com]

[Here's a top hat wearing sorcerer. He's been drinking quite a bit, but surprisingly, he's completely sober.

Yes, alcohol doesn't make him drunk (like how Captain America can't get wasted)...but he does enjoy the taste.]

I never understood the purpose of such a celebration...

[g-saviour.livejournal.com]

Well... it's... an old, marketing ploy. I'm sure there's some real history to it, but nobody pays it any mind.

The day is just an excuse to go all out and give your significant other a bunch of expensive stuff and hopefully make her love you more. AT least, that's how I see it.

[[He's had one or two. But he's not really regretting the loss of his woman either.]]

[luvs-scimitars.livejournal.com]

Is that so...

[A significant other. He wondered if Warda would have enjoyed expensive gifts...most likely not. But given how playful she was, perhaps...

The thought was bittersweet, and he stopped there...]

Is it not possible to select...something more meaningful as a gift?

[g-saviour.livejournal.com]

It is, of course. I guess it all just depends on the relationship. If your girl prefers flashy stuff, or sentimental stuff...

I think the sentimental kind is probably better. Probably cheaper too!

[luvs-scimitars.livejournal.com]

Something sentimental...

[Suddenly he's almost mumbling to himself...]

Perhaps she would have appreciated that...

[g-saviour.livejournal.com]

Would have?

Did you loose someone too?

[luvs-scimitars.livejournal.com]

Aa.

Everything I do now...is for her.

[g-saviour.livejournal.com]

That's... pretty intense there buddy. She sick? Or... or you playin super hero and tryin to save her from the baddies.

[[He's a little drank, so... he's a little goofy, but still coherent.]]

[modern-ancient.livejournal.com]

[Njall can read the currents in most social situations. This is the table for old farts, is it?]

Alright.

[He plops down with a large glass of beer.]

Let's see what passes for drink on this ship.

[mydutyisnotover.livejournal.com]

Captain Katsuragi, our expert on beer, says it's decent.

[modern-ancient.livejournal.com]

We'll see about that, I have very high standards.

[He cautiously takes a sip, looking thoughtful.]

[mydutyisnotover.livejournal.com]

And?

[Frank doubts a commercial brand that probably wasn't even grown on Earth will satisfy someone with high expectations, but who knows.]

[modern-ancient.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs, then drinks some more.]

Not winning any medals, but I've had worse.

[mydutyisnotover.livejournal.com]

Even if the quality is nothing special, at least you can't complain about quantity.

[modern-ancient.livejournal.com]

Ha! And in the end that's really what matters, isn't it?

[mydutyisnotover.livejournal.com]

For beer at least. Some prefer stronger stuff.

[Frank pulls out a flask of whiskey from his private reserve.]