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Writers: Trace then Me
Kindrellvar laughed when Raith said that he had hit him with his big fat wing. He'd hit him with his big fat fist if he didn't shut his big fat mouth in a second. He eyed Raith when he looked as if he was going to belt him with a fist or an elbow and laughed, slamming back three more shots in a row. "So, you want to get drunk, take a dip, try not to drown, and than find some pussy? Or, we could get more drunk, take a dip, try not to drown, and move on to Tacea?"
Kin gave a weird look and than started mumbling to himself about his words choice, "more drunk? Drunker? Most drunk?" He waved his hand, "How ever you say that shit. More drunk." He nodded sharply, deciding on the words to use after all.
"Raith," He shook his head and sounded like a chastising Mother as he brushed Raith's hair out of his eyes. "Do I have to tie your shoes like I do Cruz's?" He tsked him and waved the barkeep over again. "Bring us two bottles of that stuff." He waved at the empty glasses and than nodded in agreement with Raith. "And some drinks with umbrellas and fireworks." He giggled and almost fell off his stool.
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He debated
about saying something as Kin started muttering about the itinerary,
he debated again as Kin started muttering to himself about the
correct grammer, he even debated about punching the fucker when he
brushed the hair out his face but instead he just took advantage of
Kin's state, not that his was much better, and kicked the stool as
the other Warlord Prince sat back and almost fell off.
The added
momentum to was enough and he watched Kin's arms and wings pinwheel
to keep his balance before he fell backwards.
Raith blanked it,
turning back to the bar, banging back another shot and pretending
that he hadn't noticed, but the Black shot out to form a soft
cushion of air under the Eryien, protecting his wings from being
crushed between his body and the marble floor.
Finally he turned with a shot in his hand and looked worriedly at Kin.
"Are you ok? Sun getting to you already?"
That was it, he gave in
and started laughing before knocking the shot back.
"And to
answer your question, no you don't need to tie my shoelaces because
unlike your brother I can dress myself, which extends to buttoning up
my shirts AND my pants." He said making reference to Cruz's
infamous way of dressing.
"Now if I offer you a hand up are you
going to take it?"
But just then the red head came back with
two tall glasses of some thing red, orange and green complete with
cherries, umbrella's and two stupidly long star shaped sparklers
kept alight by Craft.
"Wow." He muttered totally distracted.
