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[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[Vash is sitting at the bar that the one Wolfwood had left there on the plane, with a beer in front of him, something in a brown bottle with a black cat's face on the label. He's not brooding, of course not, he's just... sitting there, staring out into space. Literally.]

I haven't seen him in weeks. I don't know if he went somewhere, or...

[Why is he even talking to himself? It's clearly Miller beer time.]

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[didorothy]

[hands in pockets, Sam stops near to Vash, a comfortable distance away]

Hey, Red Coat. Can I join you?

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[looks over to him... ...] Sam! You're back!

[all smiles now] Yeah, get over here! I don't know if there's anything left behind the bar, but you can check.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[Vash NOT brooding? Riiiiiiight, Wolfwood would believe that when he saw water failing out of the sky. Shuffles on into the bar, hands in pockets, bag over one shoulder and trailing smoke]

Damn, Spikey. What's got your thomas today?

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[looks over to him, with a distracted smile] Hmm? What do you mean?

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[eye twitch] Looks like someone shot you're favorite donut.

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[frowning faintly] Who would be crazy enough to waste a perfectly good donut like that?!

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[shrugs and grabs a chair, flopping down next to him] See? Told ya leavin' th' bar was a good idea.

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you were right. It's nice to have a place here to relax.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[takes out a whiskey bottle from his bag] Yeah, it is. Though it needs some paint or somethin'.

[glances at him] So what happened?

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[looks away from him, gazing back at a spot of stars] Not much. I've just been thinking.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

'bout? [takes a drink of whiskey]

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[... silent for a moment before he answers, his smile now as fake as it gets]

The Wolfwood from my world is missing. He used to be here, but... I haven't seen him for a long while now.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[notices said fake smile but doesn't mention it since they both know it's fake and needs no mentioning]

He ain't here at all? That's... weird, Vash. I know I ain't one to drop off like that an' if he's like me. Well, y'know.

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

Yeah. I know. [fiddling with the label on his beer bottle] I have no way of getting in contact with him. I'm pretty sure he wasn't even in Karkassas in the first place. The last time I tried to leave town to go looking, the bus broke down. The time before that, there was a sandstorm...

[didorothy]

Actually... [and he holds up a rather large bottle of whisky] I'm on leave. That apparently comes with a bottle of this. I'm surprised the Guv doesn't go on leave more often. [sits beside Vash and sets the bottle on the counter]

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

You too? [grinds out old cigarette, get fresh cigarette, lights up, inhales, and blows smoke] I can't get fifty iles out o' town 'fore shit happens. Bandits or sandstorms or even fuckin' kids jumpin' me.

[is staring in the same direction as Vash more or less] If he was, he'd get t' ya. Has there been anythin' 'bout Knives in your place?

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[grinning a little] They give you booze with your time off? Lucky~!

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

That's weird, isn't it? I can't get much further than that myself.

[blinks at the question, turning to look at him] But he's... oh. You wouldn't know, would you? [shakes his head] ... Knives is gone. He left without saying a word to me.

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

Too weird. It ain't right.

[glances at Vash and chuckles] Not my world, 'member? well, if Knives ain't around, then there's no way in hell he'd not go lookin' for you. Unless he's got the same limits.

[chews on cigarette]

[didorothy]

I am beginning to suspect that everyone alive in that year actually has alcohol for blood. [pops open the bottle and pours himself some, and then offers it to Vash]

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

But he was on the Astral Plane before. I don't know why he'd stop coming.

[with a small smile] Anyway, are you sure about that? He's got nothing to lead me to now. The Gung-Ho Guns aren't around anymore, and Knives... I don't know. I don't know what he intends to do now, or if he'll do anything at all.

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

I'm envious! That would sure help with the hangovers.

[briefly crawls up onto his stool, kneeling on it as he stretches out and reaches one long arm over the bar and just barely manages to snag one of the glasses on the shelf set inside of it. He scoots back to sit normally as he takes the bottle and pours himself a few fingers, then raising the glass to him] Here's to time off, then! And friends that don't let friends drink the cheap stuff!

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

He forgot how or he got busy. I know I could do with some work in th' church.

[returns the grin with one of his own, holding the whiskey bottle out to Vash[ Idiot. You're probably th' closest he's got t' a friend. There ain't many people folk like us can talk t'.

[donutsnotwar.livejournal.com]

[takes the bottle, still smiling] Is that so? I wouldn't blame him for trying to start over.

[the swig he takes out of the bottle is a little more than a finger, but who's counting?]

[chapelsend.livejournal.com]

[smiles and leans back in the chair, blowing smoke up to the non-exsistant roof] He's got a better chance than I do. If he's smart 'bout it.

[not Wolfwood who's drank his fair share]