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[gotitwrong]

[Ray is not in the best of moods. Enough so that he's letting some expression show, although that might be the fact he's trying to drink himself unconscious, and the fact he's in a brand new body. Lower alcohol tolerance, you know how it is.

He grumbles to himself and shoves an empty pint glass off the bar, where it promptly shatters.

Yeah, take that.]

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[Chris gives a jump at the sound as he enters the pub. Still somewhat jittery, he forces himself to walk to Ray and sits beside him. In his arms is a cat, his cat of course, Sandwich seeming content to purr in his arms in this new place. She's almost a security blanket for him.

After a long moment of silence, he speaks, voice soft and almost timid.]

Need another pint?

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[Ray is almost completely pissed, so it takes him a few moments to properly acknowledge that Chris has appeared at his side. When it does sluggishly dawn on him, he swivels a bit to half face him, propping an arm on the bar to keep himself from losing balance.

Immediately, and with all the skill of someone very, very drunk, he points at Chris. A handful of seconds pass before he responds.]

Yes.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Despite Ray's amazing drunkness, Chris just nods. He sets Sandwich on the counter - where she seems content to just flop over and lay there - and goes into the bar area. He pulls down two pints and slides one to Ray. Taking his own, he sits back next to Ray.

The first sip is awful and Chris hates new bodies but he drinks like he doesn't notice it.]

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[Ray mumbles something that might be a thanks as he grabs his pint and immediately gets back onto his task of getting really, really, really drunk.

A few minutes pass before he attempts heavily slurred conversation.]

Was wonderin' when you were gonna... [He trails off for some seconds before remembering to finish his sentence.] gonna show up.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Chris shrugs as he drinks deeply from his pint. He pets Sandwich before answering.] Yeah. Weren't looking forward to coming back.

[gotitwrong]

Aye. Weren't either.

[And yet he's here. Of course that's because he's drinking. The plane is only okay for drinking.]

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Chris just plays with his pint for now, watching Sandwich explore the bar.] I, uh... the flat's all right.

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[Ray sniffs, considering the statement for a moment before he downs a substantial bit of his pint.]

Not enough to drink there.

[Yep. Ray feels they don't own enough booze.]

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[He can't help laughing a bit.] Never thought we'd say that.

[gotitwrong]

[Despite his sour mood, Chris laughing triggers him to laugh in return, and he drunkenly slings his arm around Chris' shoulders.]

's... 's true. Weren't enough beer at home.

[There really wasn't, Chris.]

An' I didn't feel like... goin' an' gettin' any. 'specially since I could just come here, ya know?

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Chris is fine with this and just pets Sandwich as he drinks his own booze.]

Yeah, nice thing, ain't it? Free all the time, much as you want, no one saying you've had enough.

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[He will stay like that until his arm gets tired then.]

Aye. Don't feel like somebody tellin' me I've drank plenty.

[Even though he has. He still plans on drinking more though.]

Annoyin' as shit, 's what it is.