BleachITP Episode 35:Sake Sojourn of the Single Soul Vampires! Respite for the Bount?

[KnightDisciple]

And so it was that the Bounts Hector, Ajax, and Soren didst soon find themselves at a random bar in the closer district of the Rukon.

"Bartender! Drinks for my friends and myself! It's on...whose tab should it be on, boys?"

He turns to look at his fellows.

[Sucrose]

"Kinkuzo Kukakya," Ajax replies firmly.

"His Division has cold hands. At least 4th washes with warm water."

[KnightDisciple]

Hector nods sagely.

"And it has prettier nurses."

He thinks for a moment.

"Do you have whiskey here?"

"Some, yes."

"I'll take a bottle, and a shot glass. You two order, I'll find a table."

With that, Hector set off to find a corner in the bar to start getting buzzed in.

[Edge]

"Hmph. At least the 12th isn't a hospital. Bottle of sake and a shot glass. Have to try the local stuff while you're here, y'know?"

He heads over to the table Hector's at and pours himself a drink. He waits for Ajax to join them, before raising his glass.

"To freedom, the death of Hans, and whoever invented alcohol. May their days be blessed while we still live."

[KnightDisciple]

"I know what I like. For a celebration like this, comfort is important."

He raises his glass with Soren.

"And here's to the ones who actually gave a damn and came to save us. And to pretty women. A few of whom we may just bless ourselves tonight, eh."

[Sucrose]

Ajax finally joins the other two at the table with a bottle of brandy. He raises his bottle alongside the glasses of the other two. He grins faintly.

"Only in yer dreams, Hector."

He then takes a swig from the bottle.

[KnightDisciple]

Hector grinned and threw back his shot.

"Maybe I'll get to live the dream."

[Edge]

"Heh. There's gotta be someone in the afterlife who likes geeky boys, Hector. You should be fine."

He downs his glass in one and refills it.

"Raise 'em, sink 'em, and let's have another!"

[strawberryman]

Almost out of nowhere, there's a whoosh and smash as the table next to Hector's and the other Bount's crumples into splinters and rubble. From under the remains, a relatively small form shifts and groans... the Bount may notice a metallic leg sticking out.

"****, s-shouln't shumpo while drung..."

[KnightDisciple]

Hector throws back another shot, then stands and moves over to stand next to the rubble.

"Um...hello? Are you hurt? Need any help?"

[strawberryman]

A metal hand rockets out of the rubble, grabbing onto Hector's shirt, simultaneously pulling him down and the owner up. In short order, the Bount is face-to-face with the 12th divisioner he saw from earlier. She looks fairly inebriated. "...H-hey, I know you... you're... you're, uh... That Bound guy."

[KnightDisciple]

Hector blinks.

"Bount, but yes. You're 12th Division, yes?"

He straightens up slowly, pulling them both to standing. He then gently puts a bit more space between them.

"Hector Dietrich. And you are?"

[strawberryman]

"Koha...ku..." The mecha-girl leans in close again, pulling Hector down to eye level with the shorter scientist.

"...Wow. Y-you have *hic* about... the most unrem...arkable eyes I've ever seen."

[KnightDisciple]

Hector actually blushes a bit. He tries to straighten up again.

"Uh...I'm...not sure how to take that, Kohaku. Are you alright?"

[Edge]

Sören watches on nonchalantly as the table next to theirs disintegrates. He watches the conversation between Hector and Kohaku with a small grin, before chuckling under his breath.

"So much for opposites attract. Figures Hector would show interest in a machine girl."

He knocks back another glass of sake, placing the empty glass on a nearby windowsill. He then takes Ajax's example and swigs from the bottle.

[KnightDisciple]

(OOC:It was the table next to the Bount. The Bount table is intact.)

A small glob of metal smacks Soren in the back of the head before flying off.

Another couple of bits pour Hector another shot into his glass, then flies the glass over.

Which he promptly swigs down. Said glass is flown back to the table, though not refilled yet.

[Sucrose]

Ajax takes a pull from his brandy bottle, a small smile beginning to return to his lips. He then lifts a finger, and a small sphere of his booze rises from his bottle, then hurtles itself into Hector's hair, where it begins slowly pulling a few strands of hair into the shape of a cone.


Relax, kiddo. No sense gettin' hurt over words.
So, beginning to regain our sanity, are we?
Eh, gimme a bit.

[KnightDisciple]

Hector facepalms.

"Pardon me, Cohaku. I appear to somehow have gotten something in my hair. I now need to go clean it off."

With that, he attempted to extricate himself from the woman entirely and go to the restroom, to wash out the brandy.

[Sucrose]

Ajax sighed, and the brandy removed itself from Hector's hair without further issue, the ten or so strands of his hair falling back down, only slightly mussed, and perfectly dry. After a brief cleaning cycle, the sphere then flew back to Ajax, who drank it.

[KnightDisciple]

Hector stopped his movement towards the bathroom and walked back to the table.

He had the decency to look a bit embarrassed.

"Sorry. I just...have a think about stuff in my hair. Feels...blech. Water's one thing, but brandy...sorry."

[Sucrose]

"Yeah, yeah," Ajax grumbled, in the clearly false way of a man having a pretty good time.

"As ya like, Hector. Guess I'll have ta work on my control a bit more; I was aimin' for you not to notice at all."

[KnightDisciple]

Hector smiles and picks up his whiskey bottle to take a swig.

"You'll find I have good spatial awareness, my friend. I suppose it comes from the way my powers work, or something. Plus, it's hard not to feel something going on in your hair."

[Sucrose]

"Well, sure. But single strands? Bah."

Ajax takes another swig, his cheeks beginning to flush a bit.

[Edge]

Sören takes another swig.

"You shouldn't be so sherious, Hec. We came to have a laff, an' whatnot. An' if you can't 'ave a laugh at yerself, what can you laff at, eh?"

[KnightDisciple]

Sören takes another swig.

"You shouldn't be so sherious, Hec. We came to have a laff, an' whatnot. An' if you can't 'ave a laugh at yerself, what can you laff at, eh?"

Hector shrugs helplessly.

"Sorry. It's just a personal quirk. You know I'm a neat freak."

(OOC:This is where you both point out that his lab suggested otherwise.)

[strawberryman]

Kohaku lets Hector go, having been interrupted from answering his question. With that, she stumbles over to the Bount table, having a seat without hesitation.

"...Sho, what're you guys shelebrating 'bout?"

[Sucrose]

Ajax blinks, then grins faintly.

"Well, I guess not havin' ta serve a damn psychopath's a nice start. Wanna drink with us, or d'ya think you've had enough?"

[KnightDisciple]

Hector sits back down at the table, and pours himself another shot.

"We're celebrating freedom from a madman, and the freedom of a wide-open future."

[strawberryman]

Kohaku stares at Ajax. "...there'sh no shuch thing ash too much to drink. Gimme a glass."

[Sucrose]

Ajax shrugs, and heads back, returning presently with a shot glass.

"What's yer poison, Kohaku?"

[strawberryman]

"Whatever you have. I'm not picky." Kohaku grins slightly.

[Sucrose]

Her grin is mirrored on Ajax's face.

"My kinda girl. Brandy it is!"

He fills her glass, and passes it over the table to her, using his control to prevent any spillage.

Wisely, Triton shuts up, realizing that too much thinking about anything other than the moment will just bring Ajax back down.

[strawberryman]

"...That makesh you shound like you're intreshted..." Kohaku knocks back her shot, a tinge of red leaking into her face.

"'nother. ...sho, what elshe are you into, big guy?"

[Sucrose]

Ajax shrugs, and takes another pull.

"Guns, bikes, fights, 'n ...ah... tricky mech work. You?"

[KnightDisciple]

Hector puts back another whiskey shot.

By this point, his own cheeks are red.

He giggles at Ajax and Kohaku.

"Haha...He likes machines, Kohaku. Built his own motorcycle. In a cave! With! A BOX! OF SCRAPS! HAHAHA"

He pounds the table with his laughter, then pours himself another shot.

"To gearheads!"

And down it goes.

[Sucrose]

Ajax laughs.

"Kid, you gotta work on holdin' yer liquersh. Ta gearheadsh!"

He mimics Hector's shot with his own bottle.

Then, realizing he'd forgot about Kohaku's shot, he reaches over, and grabs at the glass slightly clumsily, pouring the next drink. He has to use his control to clean up a bit of spillage.

[KnightDisciple]

Hector waves away the protest.

"Nah. It's just a great joke! You didn't appreciate it! The subtle nature of me telling that joke! My humor's always lost on you."

[strawberryman]

Kohaku's grin widens at Ajax's answer. "...That'sh my kind of anshwer!" She bangs her metallic forearm on the table as she goes at her second shot, inciting a slight creak.

"'nother! ...Sho, what'sh your name?" She addresses Ajax.

[KnightDisciple]

Hector speaks up.

"Let me, you'll like this."

He gestures for her to let him pour a shot for her.

[Sucrose]

Ajax smirks, stands, and does an exaggerated English bow. Or, at least, he tries. He winds up falling on his head. A long string of curses follow, until he looks up and sees Kohaku. He then stops, rubbing his head embarrassedly.

"Namesh Quardermaine. Ajaxsh Quardermaine."

He then drinks from the bottle again, down on the floor.

[strawberryman]

Kohaku laughs at Ajax falling, nearly spilling over herself. "You're big... shouldn't you hold your li... liq... erm... booze better?"

[Sucrose]

Ajax grabs the table, and pulls himself up.

"You try stayin' upright when yer bendin' down like that," he grumbles, talking a bit slowly to be sure he pronounces things (about) right. As if to prove his point, he has little difficulty keeping on his feet before sitting back down, and taking another swig.