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[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

[Heero felt like punching Duo incredibly hard, maybe hard enough to break something. This was all his fault after all. He just had to go and say that he'd be hit with an experiment that was worse than his. As soon as the pilot showed his face, he was going to do just that.

Of all the experiments, why did this place choose to toy with his emotions? As much as people liked to claim he didn't have them, he did. He just happened to have incredibly good control on them. It was easy to ignore them when he needed or wanted to, to hide them, just like he had been trained to do. To matters worse, he couldn't leave the plane either. He had tried desperately. It would have been easier to deal with this at home, alone, where no one would see him or use it against him.

So now he was sitting at the bar, pouring himself a glass of something he didn't have the slightest clue about. All he knew was that alcohol dulled the senses, so he hoped that if he drank enough his emotions would be dulled enough to control again. He never drank much, or if at all. He was under-age after all, though like it really mattered.

It wasn't working. Half a bottle and it wasn't working. It had to figure that his body wouldn't succumb to the effects as easily as it did for everyone else...and it was frustrating! Slamming his glass down on the counter top a little harder than he wanted (and probably breaking the glass), he stepped behind the counter to find something much stronger.]

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[ravenchaser.livejournal.com]

[Gin didn't look once at Heero, more interested in gazing into his own glass. Still, the noise irritated him.]

Try to keep it down, brat. [Gruffly spoken as he continued to watch his own drink.]

[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

[Heero had no problem shooting a glare at him. Thankfully that hadn't changed.]

Go somewhere else then.

[Taking a rather heavy bottle of something, he set it down just as nosily.Oh yeah, really mature.]

[ravenchaser.livejournal.com]

[Alright, that does it.

Gin stood up, calmly, with his hands in his pockets and walked toward Heero.]

[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

[Heero kept his hand wrapped around the neck of the bottle as he watched Gin stand up and approach. It might make a good weapon if he needed it.]

[ravenchaser.livejournal.com]

[There was something of a mechanical clicking, perhaps from the sound of a gun cocking.]

[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

[As soon as he heard that distinctive noise, he had his gun drawn and trained on Gin.]

[ravenchaser.livejournal.com]

[Gin blinked, then smirked.]

Not bad, brat. [He calmly and slowly drew his own gun from where it was hidden in his pocket. He didn't point it at Heero, just holding it out to the side.]

[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

Not bad? [Come on. He was so much better than just 'not bad'. He kept his gun on him.]

[stillshinigami]

[Meanwhile, Duo had just gotten up and taken Hilde around the plane for a while before leaving her back at the hanger. While he didn't really expect Heero to be at the bar of all places, he didn't really have any reason to believe he was upset with him. So when he spotted him at the bar...]

Hey Heero. Pour me one, will you?

[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

[Oh, poor Duo...this was not a good time to appear at the bar.]

[Heero turned away from the shelves of bottles and just watched as Duo sauntered up to the bar and asked him to pour him a glass. Just the person he wanted to see.]

...

[Leaning over the counter, he pulled his arm back and punched Duo right in the nose as hard as he could. Well, almost as hard as he could.]

[stillshinigami]

[Duo took the blow right to the nose, and it sent him reeling back. Did it crack his nose? Not so much. It was enough to draw blood however.]

What the hell!? [He yells, a hand going to cup his nose.]

[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

[It wasn't broken? Maybe he should have hit him harder.]

This is your fault. [He turned his attention back to finding a much stronger drink.]

[stillshinigami]

[What what?]

What is? [He sounds nasally as he tries to block the blood from flowing. He grabs some paper towels.] You dick. Man. This is so not cool.

[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

This experiment. [It's really not, but he's going to blame you for it anyway.]

[stillshinigami]

What experiment? How's that anything to do with me?

[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

You said I would get an experiment worse than yours.[Grabbing a bottle, he uncorked it and poured himself another glass.]

This place intensified my emotions. I can't control them.

[stillshinigami]

I didn't actually think it would happen.

[Stay on his good side? He could do that. He went to the bar and took a seat, his towel against his nose. He grabs a bottle of Baileys and unscrews the cap.]

You didn't have to hit me. I don't care how emotional you are.

[headingoff.livejournal.com]

[ This was the last place for a girl with bouncy curls who preferred tea and was quite underage should be.

And yet here she was, blankly staring at what she could be drinking. She thinks she should just order something, honestly. Tea was for the wakeful. To be deprived of her senses was something she was just desperate enough to try right now, with the bomb that dropped on her in her world. ]

[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

[Like it mattered. He was just as underage and it appeared no one around was going to try and stop them.

He placed another glass on the table in front of her and then a bottle. There really should have been a bartender or someone else doing this. He had no experience with alcohol whatsover.]

[headingoff.livejournal.com]

[ She'll pour. ]

Very gentlemanly of you. Thank you.

[ Even when she's drinking because of what happened back home just now, she still remembers her manners. ]

[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

You're welcome.

[He sat down on the stool beside her and poured himself another glass from one of the bottles he snatched from behind the counter.]

[headingoff.livejournal.com]

What do the people do when they die here-- not... not here, but there?

[ She's not in the best mindset, alcohol or not. ]

[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

[That was a little confusing, but he knew the answer to both.]

In your world or on the plane?

[headingoff.livejournal.com]

My world. I... can I ever return?

[stoicperfection.livejournal.com]

When you die, you cease to exist.

[It was probably possible, but he somehow doubted it was. He took a quick drink.]