On the Effects of Alcohol
"Vash, you're my buddy and I love you, but, damnit, how long does it take to pee!"
Wolfwood banged impatiently on the door of the washroom.
"I'm going, I'm going!"
"Well you're not. Going. Fast enough." Each phrase was emphasised with another bang on the door. Wolfwood's glare could have levelled July all over again.
"If you keep rushing me, it's going to take longer! I don't function well under pressure!"
"Yeah, well, that's not what you were saying last night, and for God's sake, hurry or I'm gonna-"
The door opened to allow a rather disgrunted Vash out. With a rather hurt air, he noted, "You really shouldn't say the Lord's name in vain, Nick."
"Whatever." Wolfwood pushed passed the tall blonde, and the washroom door banged shut again.
"I could hear you two from three rooms over, and the walls in this hotel are pretty thick." Meryl walked up to Vash and asked quizzically, "What went up his ass and died?"
Vash smiled and shrugged. "We went drinking. I guess all of that Wild Turkey wants out now."