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[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[Punctuated by a lot of swearing and sand, Wolfwood and a major part of a building appears. Said building has a large chunk missing from its east wall, bullet holes from a large caliber machine gun across the floor running up the west wall and is missing the roof from what looks like some kind of blast. There are tables, and chairs and part of a bar, though most everything is covered by sand.]

Huh, so it can be done. [flops into a chair heedless of the sand and lights up a cigarette] Hope no one minds.

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[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

They've got a better bar an' other buildings t' fix first. I bet they don' even know it's gone.

[well if Vash wasn't drinking, Wolfwood will! And he tops off his glass yet again]

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

That doesn't answer what'll happen when they're done with those! Or the question of ownership!

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[eyes Vash] It was a ghost town before they came back, Vash. The people left because of him. They didn't come back. Other people came and they took the better buildings and hasn't claimed the ones worst off from the fight.

[sighs and pours Vash a drink] Jus' shut up 'bout it an' have a drink. I'll be takin' it back. Most o' it.

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[really can't argue with that] ... Fine.

[takes a seat and gulps down some of his drink]

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

What's got you all messed up? Haven't gotten any yet?

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[blinks] Any what?

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

A date. A girlfriend. A boyfriend. Anyone.

1/2

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

...

2/2

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

Just how much have you had to drink?

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[kicks a bottle towards Vash] You actually expect me to count?!

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

If you can't count anymore, then I'm guessing... three. [takes a look at the empty bottles on the ground to confirm it]

That's weird, I didn't think you'd be as good of a drinker...

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[eyes Vash and snorts, filling his glass up again] I can count jus' fine! I ain't counting th' bottles, that's all!

[tosses back his next drink] Why'd you think that?

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[amused, finishes off his own drink before reaching for the current bottle] If you want to know, you'll have to ask him yourself.

What I want to know is, what's the occasion for all this?

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[Vash gets the blank look of ahawha?] What? [pause and then snorts] Oh, ask the other you, is that it?

There's gotta be one?

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

That's it.

I guess not! Just moving this place around is enough to celebrate. [after pouring himself another, raises his glass] Here's to good times!

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[mutters] Like he'll tell me anything.

[clicks his glass against Vash's] Good times!

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[takes a good gulp of his whiskey, humming faintly. Well, he wouldn't put it past the two to keep secrets from themselves, that's just how they are]

Sorry. It's not my story to tell.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[downs his whiskey, not all showing any signs of it affecting him outside the rather languid motions of his hand as he put the glass down and his slight unfocused gaze]

Course it ain't.