ledbythewind | APPOINTMENTS POST

[Did you say something, Sanji? Because Richard is already in the process of ordering another round.]

Richard! [Who knew Sanji's voice could reach that octave?]

Yes?

[Look at that face. Could that face possibly do any wrong?]

[Just because you look exceptionally girly doesn't mean a damn thing to Sanji. He knows what equipment you're sporting, your highness]

Are you trying to get me drunk, shithead?

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[Iyaaaaan. You may be attractive, but he's not into you like that, man.]

I think that's something that's only possible with active participation on your end.

[Sanji will live. Besides, Richard's too skinny. B| Sanji would probably break him by accident.]

Then at least pick a better drink!

[... sadly that's probably true.]

All right, why don't I let you pick the round after this? That will make it fair to both of us.

[All the more reason to fatten you up.

And Sanji is all for that plan. The moment their waiter swings by the table, Sanji raises a hand and calls:]

Two Going Merrys please~!

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[Excellent, something that can be used as a chaser because he's not going to gulp this glass of Romulan ale. No, he's going to be smart and just sip at it, eying the orange drinks when they're placed on the table.]

I don't think I've ordered one of these before. Should I worry about what will happen if I take too big a sip?

The only thing you'll need to worry about is wanting to steal mine. [He says it with a clear note of pride in his voice, eagerly taking a large gulp of his. The taste of alcohol is almost completely masked by the other, sweeter ingredients, and especially after what he just drank, Sanji throws caution to the wind and downs half of his in a matter of seconds.]

[Richard just watches Sanji's face as he drinks it; then, after a quick sniff of his own - hmm, he can't even smell the alcohol in it - he decides to follow suit and take a good-sized gulp.

Well, Sanji is certainly right about him wanting to steal his. His own glass isn't going to last him nearly long enough.

... except then he has to pause, blinking owlishly as the room suddenly spins just a bit. Huh. That's exciting.]

[He sets the glass down far more gently than the last with a satisfied sigh, glancing up at Richard, and.... hooo, he recognizes that look. A sharp smirk briefly sets itself on his features]

You still with me?

[It takes him a second to even realize that Sanji is addressing him, so occupied is he with the interesting way the walls seem to be rippling. He's pretty sure he's never seen them do THAT before.]

I'm starting to wonder that myself.

[A laugh - a shade brighter than Sanji's usual ones] That didn't take long.

Yes, I haven't even finished my drinks yet.

[Which means he'll try to reach for one. Except it's actually about three inches to the side of where he's grabbing.]

[... Scoooooting Richard's drink so it lines up with the hand's trajectory.

Only it takes Sanji two tries to succeed.

... What? >_> He's loaded with the equivalent of seventeen shots by now.]

[This strikes Richard as absolutely hilarious. Cue a fit of giggles that almost topples him right off his barstool until he grabs at Sanji's shoulder with his free hand to help regain his balance. And then he'll just take another swig of his drink, clearly the best idea.]

[Oh hell, Richard's a giggle drunk. Which in turn strikes Sanji amusing and he nearly snorts in his Going Merry.

Somehow he manages to school his expression and turn to look at his drinking partner with a srs bzns face] Oi! Stop being... being...

[Just wait for it. There's a good word he's grasping for, something that describes the situation perfectly. He's just gotta find it...]

[Aha!]

Contagious!

I'm contagious?

[That's a funny word. Why didn't he ever notice how funny it sounds before? Maybe because no one has ever called him that before.]

Wha-- no, not you. [He'd actually meant Richard's laughter, but trying to explain as much is slowly becoming a herculean effort]

Howza human gonna be contagious?

Perhaps it's like... like something that smells bad when you get it on your clothes.

[It makes perfect sense!]

But you dun-- don't smell bad.

... You're not on my shitty clothes, either.

[THIS CAN BE FIXED. Don't mind him just sort of draping himself on you, Sanji. Did he mention he's also a very affectionate drunk?

There, now he's on Sanji's clothes!]

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