dumbshow | probably not depressing

[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.]

Of course not, f... fool!

[He forgot the word for a second, but look. He hasn't eaten either, woops. That dog took up a lot of his time, it turns out.] Just tipsy. You're the one making me wobble around all over.

[That's a lie, this is mutual contribution.]

Is this the right way?

I'm not. [His wobbling might be more pronounced, only because he apparently cannot hold his liquor as well. But shush.

He actually has to look up from the independently moving sidewalk at that last comment and frown ahead, ah.]

Are you taking us back the way we came? [he honestly isn't sure] Should we- should we get a cab?

You are.

[But oh, that last question. He slows to a stop in the middle of the sidewalk, ignoring anyone nearby who might throw them irritated glances and walk around. Because... Hm, he's not sure.

And maybe normally he'd stubbornly find the way, but he's tired and wants to go watch horror movies with fight scenes.]

It'll be easier on your leg, too! [Let's go with that. He shifts them over to a lightpost, tapping it so that Shoot can get the hint and lean on that while he flags down a cab or something.]

[Oh, they're stopping. Shoot mutters out one last 'I'm not' as he tries to shift his weight so that he doesn't need to lean so much on Knuckle. Here in the middle of the sidewalk.

Being deposited against a lightpost is too embarrassing for him to think about while full of this much alcohol so he just slumps there, shutting his eyes to stave off the wobbling feelings a little.

He will force himself to look more alive when they get in the cab, if only to give the driver a destination because Knuckle clearly has no idea where they are!! Just let him sit here in and out of dizziness and then haul him out, great plan, glad he thought of it.]

[Waving down a cab goes about as expected. That is to say, a couple pass when Knuckle looks like a typical drunk just trying to mess around instead of pay for an actual ride, and he yells after them in anger. Shakes his fists after them, nearly rips off his shirt--

And oh, another cab finally stops for them to get in. Knuckle is muttering something like about damn time when he gestures for Shoot to come on, hobble over this way and he'll catch him and walk him the rest of the way.

It's a great plan.

Whenever they do manage to get in the cab, Knuckle leans against the door pretty quickly, leaving Shoot to answer the cab driver's question of 'Where to?']

[If Shoot weren't in a state over here, he'd be obligated to tell Knuckle to calm the hell down. As it so happens, he'd much rather someone actually stop so he can hobble around and eventually make it to a couch at home and stop hobbling for a while. This is Shoot's great plan.

He'll just instruct this driver to go to wherever they live?? Whatever??? And then he sinks back in the seat, eyes closed again. He's not a very fun drunk companion when it comes to moving around, sorry...

When they finally get there he'll handle the fare and then, embarrassed even though it's like the third time now-] Knuckle.

Give me a hand again.

[Knuckle gets out first and goes around, leaning on the trunk for a few minutes in some sort of a laughing fit before he makes it to Shoot's door and hears him out. That just sets off some more laughter.]

But you already have four.

[GET IT...... He laughs and leans in to help him, only to fall across his lap. Give him a minute.]

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

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