pub crawl o'clock

[airily]

Who: Zaveid and the fleet!
Broadcast: Fleetwide
Action: On the Iskaulit
When: Right now!

So.

Who wants a drink?

[ Someone is not very happy about the things he's remembering, no sir. As always, resonance permissions are here! ]

Comments

[airily]

Where's the fun in that, Velvet?

[searingedgelord]

I'm too young. I guess an old man like you can drink what he wants.

[The fun is in bullying Zaveid, obviously.]

[airily]

[ wtf. ]

I can do whatever I want. No one's gonna stop you here, y'know.

[searingedgelord]

[That's exactly what she just said. Zaveid can do what he wants. Because he's old.

Well, okay, she was talking about drinking but it theoretically applies to other things too.]

I'm not worried about anyone stopping me.

[Technically, who would have stopped her back home, if the Lord of Calamity wanted a drink?]

[airily]

Guess you'd just eat them, huh?

[ Sometimes he forgets just how... Dangerous Velvet can be, especially when he's hanging off her because she's his link to a world he'd left behind. ]

[searingedgelord]

Maybe.

[She definitely could anyway.]

Anyway, where are you? I'll let you buy me something fizzy.

[#friendship]

[airily]

How nice of you.

[ Best friends for lyf. ]

Malum. On the Iskaulit.

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[searingedgelord]

Okay. Meet you there.

[True to her word, she shows up at the bar a little while later. It's her first time there, but he's not too hard to spot. A big shirtless malak tends to stand out if you can see him, which she can.]

[airily]

[ It's not as though Zaveid is trying to hide, anyway - he's in the back corner with a bottle, a handful of glasses in front of him just in case people wanted to come join in. When he sees Velvet he waves - and lifts another glass on the table, filled with something definitely not alcoholic. ]

Yo.

[searingedgelord]

Hey.

[She takes a seat, studying the drink he just offered before taking a sip.]

[airily]

[ See, he's a good man! He does his best, settling down and closing his eyes. ]

See. Nothing with alcohol.

[searingedgelord]

[She wrinkles her nose a little bit because the fizziness tickles a bit, but that's the point, so she's not actually mad about it.]

Yeah, not bad.

[airily]

[ That is the point. At least she's drinking. ]

How're you doin', Velvet?

[searingedgelord]

About as well as you'd expect.

[Which is to say she doesn't really like people stomping around in her head, thanks.]

You?

[airily]

How do you think?

[ He's sitting alone and drinking, Velvet. ]

At least I've got beautiful company now...

[searingedgelord]

[She gives him a look and then shrugs.]

Yeah, you're pretty lucky. I'm stuck with an old man.

[airily]

Aww, jeez, Velvet... Be nice!

[searingedgelord]

I am being nice.

[Also if she were actually nice in the traditional sense he'd probably think something was wrong with her or something.]

[airily]

I don't wanna remember what you being mean is like.

[ It would probably involve her eating him or something. ]

[searingedgelord]

That's probably true.

[She's not going to deny it. However, something does occur to her.]

Shouldn't you have a thicker skin after spending so much time with Edna?

[airily]

I don't bruise as easily, sure.

[ He shakes his head, leaning back. ]

Besides, she never means it. Not really. Most of the time.

[searingedgelord]

[She takes another sip of her drink, raising an eyebrow.]

That so?

[airily]

Her bark is worse than her bite. [ He rubs his head, though. ] Even if she can hurt...

[searingedgelord]

Just to prove to you how nice I am, I won't tell her you said that.

[Wouldn't want to give her any ideas, right.]

[airily]

Thanks. [ He's not rolling his eyes, shush. ] She'll hunt me down, y'know.