[open] i'm a dangerous man put some money in my pocket

[slantedcross]

Who: Youji + you
What: Emotional hangover, some god power exploration...
When: Slightly backdated, June 1-3 as needed
Where: Outside his home, let's be flexible.
Warnings: Not so far. Will update as it becomes necessary.

June 1

[It's not really 'liquid courage' if you don't need courage in the first place, but there you go.

Youji is seated in an outdoor cafe area, it is barely past noon, but there's a bottle of wine on the table and he should probably, probably look for someone to share it with, because otherwise he will drink the whole thing. He's got enough in his system to dull his thoughts, but his reflexes are fast behind and if he's talking between glasses...

So to someone at the next table or just passing by (i.e., you), he lifts the bottle as if to pour, and smiles sheepishly.]

I have a spare glass, too... this is too much for one person.

June 2

[Back in that same cafe area... now he's got coffee instead of alcohol. Must have been a rough morning.

He's also got a sketchbook out in front of him, and few scattered pages are ripped and balled up around him. He starts to sketch, but is clearly frustrated by something, and when he's not ripping out more pages, he's very vigorously scribbling over drawings of these three women. He isn't the best artist, but he was passable enough to teach it credibly.]

Meditations on... what, exactly, am I doing? Wish I had that painting to destroy, now...

June 3

[Surprisingly enough, he's back in the same spot. He's already turned the waitress away twice, though, as he checks under the table and all the chairs, looking frantically for something.]

I know I've ripped it half to shreds by this point but is this any way to...

[He knocks a few balled up papers and swears as he bends over to pick them all up.]

Where is my damn sketchbook?

Comments

[slantedcross]

So? I don't like chocolate and I know roughly how much a candy bar should cost.

[...taking a second look, though.]

Maybe you should buy your own...

[kokuyoyo]

[A raised eyebrow.]

Going back on an offer already…?

{Not that he's heartbroken over it, really, but, still.]

[slantedcross]

Is there a god of law enforcement nearby? I've contributed to the delinquency of enough minors, now that I'm looking twice at you.

[...but he laughs.]

Though. If you were going to do it anyway, I suppose it would be my duty to supervise... make sure it's all in good fun and you don't actually get drunk.

[kokuyoyo]

Someone already offered me beer at the festival not that long ago. I think when you’re dead, the rules change a little.

[At least, they should. It seem kind of ridiculous that he has no memory of how old he is, and that, being dead, he’ll probably be stuck like this forever, so he has to obey drinking age laws meant for the living. So he gives a shrug to punctuate his point.]

Anyway… It seems like you need someone to watch you more if you’ve already had a lot…

[slantedcross]

A task you'll be very useless for, if you drink yourself. We'd have to find someone who could watch the both of us.

Unless you have someone in mind to call?

[kokuyoyo]

I'll be useless for if I get drunk.

[Minor correction there.]

[slantedcross]

You look like a lightweight, or at least like you need practice.

[Feel free to correct this statement, too!]

[kokuyoyo]

Appearances are deceiving…

[But fine. In no particular hurry, he starts to tug out his phone.]

So you’d really rather someone else be on hand just in case…?

[slantedcross]

Well, if I'm talking more, I'm not drinking more. And that'll be useful when I try to leave, I assume.

[He wonders if that's a bluff.]

Do you drink often, then? In public?

[kokuyoyo]

Since most people don’t pay attention to me most of the time, it hasn’t really mattered if I’ve drunk in public or not…

[Thanks for that lesson, Zoro]

[slantedcross]

You can wait until I'm not paying attention to you and steal it from me. Then it's not my fault, except for where I've given you the idea.

[Laughing a little at the thought.]

It might actually be fun if you tried. My reflexes are even slower now.

[kokuyoyo]

[What an interesting thing to say. Chikusa considers it.]

So you usually have fast reflexes…?

[slantedcross]

Well, I do when someone is trying to take something I bought from me.

[Otherwise, well. Apathy usually prevents him from comparing himself too much.]

[kokuyoyo]

[With idle curiosity and no real rush, he starts to reach for the bottle. This isn’t a serious attempt, but he’s interested enough to make the effort.]

[slantedcross]

[Perversely, it's the lack of being a serious attempt that keeps Youji from making any effort besides lazily reaching for the bottleneck himself.]

[kokuyoyo]

[And thus they are at a Mexican Standoff. Chikusa tilts his head, almost as if amused, before he suddenly tries to twist it out of Youji’s grip. Time to test if he can catch him off-guard.]

[slantedcross]

[Youji jerks back, hard, and kicks at the leg of his chair, hoping the backward motion combined with the forward motion of him pulling the bottle will set him off-balance.]

[kokuyoyo]

[So he's more than just a drunkard- Chikusa keeps it in mind even as his chair suddenly leaves him off-balance and hastily slamming one foot down so that he stays upright. His free hand goes down to the table for additional balance, and he's already trying to jerk the bottle upwards to see if that does it.]

[slantedcross]

[Youji briefly contemplates his options, including using his other hand... but he opts to right himself and stand up quickly, and see if he has a height advantage over this kid he can use.]

[kokuyoyo]

[For a split second, it’s debatable if Chikusa will even stand up, because his hand just follows the bottle up. However, at the last moment, he heaves out a sigh and sways up to his feet.]

[How tall are you, Youji? Because this shitty 15 year old is a little over six foot.]