dumbshow | probably not depressing

[Wait wait, he has to finish this one first- just a little more—]

Stop that. [That thing. He trades the empty glass for the shot, looking at it like he'd rather just sip it... but there's hardly anything in it.

Well, since he feels like he's about to wobble again and drop this everywhere, he'll just go for it and gulp it down. A moment later he coughs, realizing this was the exact opposite of helping his wobbling condition. Wow, that— was genuinely unpleasant the whole way down. He puts the glass down and coughs again.]

Don't order any more of those.

[He sort of laughs at that, but it comes out like a muffled snort into the counter. His shaking gives him away. He's going to order more. He'll order more and claim he forgot!!!]

What's the matter, you can't take it? Huh? [Sitting up again, he wobbles briefly and snatches up his shot glass, downing it in one go. Ah, it seems he can take it without coughing.]

[If he had an arm to spare he'd push Knuckle for laughing again, but alas, he can only frown at him not choking on shots. What's that like?]

It burned and it tasted horrible. [Hmph!! He turns back to the bar, to consider drinks that start with N and he sways only a little. Relatively. It's noticeable.]

Is a "Neon Iguana" small? [beat] It's too bad Mele- [words] Meleoron isn't here.

[See, because... he's a lizard, and- shut up.]

That's because you haven't had enough! You gotta build up tolerance... [Encouraging more drinking, sure. He squints over at Shoot, trying to decide if he wants to comment on him swaying or not when the question registers.

Meleoron... He snorts.]

He'd be insulted... [He thinks?] Hell if I know. Just order it and find out, like me! [He hasn't known anything he's been ordering. Spoilers.]

[Why would that be insulting?? Meleoron is a good lizard friend, he would understand... surely, these drunks.]

I can't build up tolerance in a single afternoon... [So stop ordering shots. But okay, he's going to order the lizard drinks, which are mercifully not shots- or, hm, is that actually a good thing.

He's looking at this glass like it's the gatekeeper between himself and flopping uselessly off his stool onto the floor and never getting up. It probably is. There's no hope of tolerance building up here today.]

Wait, you don't know what any of these are? [No... He was counting on one of them to not be totally ignorant here.]

Noooo, but it helps in the longrun! How do you think I got so good?

[So good, he says, when the last time they went out drinking he and Morel nearly started a fight with a stranger. On accident.]

And how the hell should I know! This isn't my usual place, I just heard it was good. It doesn't matter, so shut up and drink!

[Those are his eloquent thoughts, right before he snatches up the lizard drink and sips from it. This time, it's a little slower than his usual. It's hitting him, probably.]

["Good," Shoot mutters into his lizard drink in disbelief... He might be dangerously close to 'totally gone,' but he remembers the usual drinking antics Knuckle and Morel get up to. Yes, that's "so good," very convincing.]

Stop yelling. I think you need to loosen up more than I do.

[That's beyond untrue, but hell if he cares!! He feels plenty loosened up right now, like his ability to sit up straight might fail him at any second. Is that precisely what he was supposed to go for, because it's definitely where he's ended up-]

I thought- you were supposed to lead. You're not doing your part.

[Somewhere under these words there's a real train of thought, but he's just not getting there.]

[He laughs at that, for some reason, instead of yelling even more. Well, that's probably a good thing.]

What're you talking about, I'm as loose as I can be! [That doesn't sound great either. He drinks some more.] What am I not doing? Oh, wait, I know.

You want me to ask more things or try to get to know ya, right? [That was his idea, but--] I'm waiting for the alcohol.

That's— that's not what I meant. [He thinks that's not what he meant, anyway? He thinks he was trying to say something about Knuckle ordering them mystery drinks and terrible shots and how that's- stupid. Ah...

Or maybe he did mean the other thing, now that he thinks about it, but it's way more embarrassing being said out loud than he anticipated.]

Isn't there already enough alcohol? [He raises his mostly empty lizard glass, for emphasis. Look at it all. And with his arm off the counter he visibly tilts sideways a bit more, whoa.] —You're not making any sense.

[sweet recovery]

I'm saying, you're a stiff. When you get a little closer to falling on the floor, then we can head home!

[And that's just the beginning of the party, he thinks!! Knuckle no. He laughs now, shifting to support Shoot in that tilting. And he laughs a bit more, finally coming up with an A-name drink after all this stalling.]

Angel face. [But he says it out of nowhere, so.]

[Shoot would object on the grounds that that would mean Knuckle would likely have to carry him home, embarrassing, just like holding him up right now is embarrassing- except that he's marginally more focused on being held up right now. How is Knuckle seriously not nearly this- wobbly??]

That's not very fun— [Angel face? What is that supposed to be, is that- he can't even think the very possibility... On the other hand, he does seem much more able to stare directly at Knuckle while full of alcohol, boggling.] What?

It'll be tons of fun, just you wait! [Anything's fun after enough alcohol. He's already planning on staying with Shoot all day tomorrow to care for any hangovers, too! What a great pal he is.]

Angel face!

[He says it again, taking in Shoot's expression with some more laughter (he doesn't even realize what he's thinking, he just thinks it's funny, being here with him right now) before he points to the bartender.]

No, two angel faces! It'll be tons of fun, trust me!

[Hangovers aren't fun. He won't be able to cope, he'll evaporate on the spot.

Shoot just keeps staring at him, confused and mildly distraught, and Knuckle saying it again isn't helping— What does it mean?

... Oh, it means a drink. Ah, so he's made an idiot of himself... He looks to the bartender in imagined desperation, although of course the bartender doesn't have anything to do here besides make drinks. Maybe Knuckle didn't notice...!!]

I'd rather not fall out of my seat. [Not fun, not fun at all.]

That's what I'm here for. I'm your partner, remember?!

[He's going to get emotional if they talk about this too much, beware. For now, though, he grins and gives Shoot a squeeze with how his arm is around him, holding him up. Really, he probably doesn't have to keep supporting him, but if he's worried... Why not?]

We can watch a movie or something.

I've noticed that... [He's not sure partner duties extend to holding him up so- persistently- but he doesn't have an arm free to push him off. And, true, he did almost fall a few minutes ago.

He will endure, while staring fixedly at these new and embarrassing drinks. A movie, huh? He can do movies. Movies don't sound like a Get To Know You interrogation.]

A movie with a lot of fighting? [it's fighting or sad dog movies, Knuckle, pick your casual teasing.]

[What're you trying to say, huh??? Shoot??? That might be the normal reaction, but for now, he just stares quietly like he's trying to figure it out in his head. He must decide something after a point, because eventually, he does speak.]

Whatever kinda movie. What do you like? We could watch some kinda freaky horror movie or something.

[He seems like the type to appreciate that?]

[Alcohol can't erase the memory of that ridiculous kungfu book Knuckle bought just today!! Shoot remembers all novels!!

Still, does he really seem like a creepy horror movie guy...? That's not a compliment. What does he do with this, this is just like not telling him what novels he likes, agh-]

Sure. [wait what] It could have both?

[Drunken scary movie night will go well, for sure.]

[Oh.

Oh my god. Horror and fight!! Knuckle looks like this idea is so new he can't keep his head screwed on, and eventually, he reaches and picks up his drink, spilling it a little as he waves it for Shoot to meet with his own.]

GREAT IDEA, Shoot! Nothing finishes the night off like some tense horror filled with action! Hahaha!

[Shoot is seriously about to ask him if he's okay before the waving and the yelling starts again. So he's fine, then.]

Um— [However, here being too out of sorts to stop swaying on his own, Shoot has discovered he doesn't have the freedom to really lift and move his drink... He can raise it and sort of wiggle it towards Knuckle's- There, that's what he wanted, right??

He's really starting to lose conversation threads here, ah. Drinks?? Drinks is good.] How many more-? What's this one called, again?

[Clink! Both of theirs spill a little. Oh well.]

Angel face.

[Every time he says that, it gets worse. It's a mystery as to why. He laughs, squeezing Shoot's shoulder.]

I don't know, are you sure you can take anymore? I don't even think you're frowning. [That could be a big lie, he's just teasing.]

[It sure does, but at least the drink itself - what isn't spilling, how untoward of them - is alright. Shoot's already trying to make sense of the drink list again, because he's Trying, when Knuckle goes on.]

I'm not on the floor- [said as he looks to the side again, blinking rapidly as the room suddenly lurches from doing it too fast. Okay, he's not on the floor because he's being held up—he'll admit that to himself only.

Knuckle could stand to shut up about his face, though; now he's frowning. And on top of that, he's taking these comments as permission to give up on this part of the 'fun.']

Fine, I want to go home.

[But less petulant than that sounded.]

That means I win!

[Knuckle made it a competition anyway. It ended on his drink, so he wins. He takes another long drink from angel face there and then slides it away. Reaching into his pocket, he'll slap down some large bill to cover their tabs and a tip, pointing at Shoot's last drink.]

You can finish that first or we can leave now, your pick!

[wHAT]

[God, he's boggling at Knuckle again. This wasn't for a win, don't be so- Knuckle!!

This lasts another few seconds before he sighs and tips back some of what's left of this drink... It's at the point where tilting his head back to drink makes him feel like he's about to topple over backwards that he gives up and abandons the rest.

Ah, getting up though. He thinks of and then soundly rejects actually asking Knuckle not to suddenly let go of him or anything and uses him as a prop to wobble to his feet. Yes. He's got this. He can still walk!!]

Come on.

[Knuckle finally reveals a bit of wobbling himself when he hops off to his feet. How long has it been? He doesn't remember when they started, or how many drinks they ended up ordering... Oh well.

His arm slings around his friend so they could offer mutual support, and therefore balance, and he heads for the door while laughing under his breath.]

Come on?? You come on, look at you. [Wobbling. Shoot's wobbling.]

[Mutual support, aside from Shoot being a head taller and having to stoop- he's balanced enough, but don't be surprised if he stumbles every now and then. He resents having his wobbling pointed out, despite how obvious it is.]

Speak for yourself. Are you drunk?

[Is anyone not drunk? Is the sidewalk actually moving by itself?? Shoot really should have eaten lunch, he thinks, and not chugged a bunch of stupid drinks.]

what the fuck

shut up

ok

no subject

this took me half an hour, fuck me, fuck this good omens thing

but you survived

barely.....everything is so much more british now

LMFLDSGgdsfg ah you're lost I see

probably yes, but in a brit way

jesus

stop this loser

nope encourages it

nooo stop

never

i'm being oppressed...........

no you're... being dramatic!!!

look at everyone i play tho, i have no choice

you have a point and I'm using this icon bc it's hilarious

moment of silence for me almost tagging this with illumi

knuckle stares in horror, asks if he changed his hairstyle

is that really the biggest concern knuckle

look he's had alcohol too

that's no excuse

shhhhHHH

oh