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[Vin's very first job as a Turk went well. Veld's a little twitchy as two guys tackled him, and they are just finishing clean up, meaning, they are going to get the n00b wasted]

Veld: *twitch*

Vin: *wee blood on my jacket* *digs out smokes*

Veld: *muttering very not nice things about humanity*

Talia: *lights a cigarette, then drops the match on the pile o' bodies* Very good, gentlemen.

Vin: *watching Velly, hes starting to wonder about him*

Veld: Time for me to go home then. *caaalm voice*

Vin: Ah ain't no doc, Velly, but ya look like ya need a beer.

Vin: Like twenty a em.

Veld: I don't drink.

Talia: *recognizing the signs of impending Veld fit* Valentine's right. Besides, it's his first job, and a little celebration is in order.

Vin: *Yay Tally agrees!*

Veld: *glance over at Talia* But a public place?

Vin: *is still smaller than teh Velly*

Talia: *takes a long drag* You can't hide in your apartment forever.

Veld: *grouchy tone* Fine. Your fault if someone bumps me.

Vin: I'd sorta like ta not get shot if ya wig out, so yeah.

Vin: *still living with Veld*

Talia: Risk and reward, Dragoon. Shall we, then? *heads off*

Veld: *so totally hasn't told the kid he's a rather well known sociopath*

Veld: *follows, with the muttering*

Vin: *if he knew what hte would sociopath meant, he would prolly put them together, this however, STILL doesn't scare idiot Vin* *Follows Veld* *looks at his ass* *cusses at himself*

Bar: *nice neon sign with a large pink chocobo*

Vin: Pink Chocobos huh?

Talia: It's better than most of the dives around here.

Veld: *mutters* Cheap thrills.

Vin: *you are straight, Vin, you like boobies. I promise you do*

Talia: *walks in, looking all mean and Turk-like*

Veld: *walks in, looking all pissed off and Veldlike*

Vin: *slides in like a slum kid expecting to get cat called and end up punching someone in the face*

Veld: *totally orders WATER like a loser*

Talia: What do you want, Valentine? I'm buying.

Vin: *sits by Veld* Whiskey sour, strong. And thanks.

Talia: My pleasure. *orders two whiskey sours* *sits across from them*

Veld: *muttermutterhumanitysucksmutter*

Talia: *waves a pitcher of beer over*

Vin: *lights up again* Dis place aint too bad.

Vin: *drinks*

Veld: *mutter* debaucherous den of sin.

Talia: *chugs* Sin is relative.

Vin: *snickers* Awww come on, Velly. People jus havin a good time

Vin: *grabs one of the three glasses and pours himself a beer*

Veld: Yes. People. Lots and lots of people smoking and drinking and... *blinks* Nevermind.

Talia: Dragoon, have a beer.

Veld: Water's fine, ma'am.

Talia: I wasn't asking.

Veld: You going to order me on my FREE TIME too?

Vin: *stomach growls*

Talia: In this case, yes. You're being an ass.

Talia: You hungry, kid?

Veld: *twitch* Would you rather me act out the thoughts in my CRAZY head right now?

Vin: Yeah, starvin. Them shots made me hungry er something.

Vin: *looks at Veld* Yer crazy?

Talia: The alcohol will calm your nerves. *to Vin* And yes, the shots can do that. I'll order some burgers.

Vin: *swallows* Ah... they can?

Talia: *nods* It's a side effect. Nothing to be worried about. *orders burgers*

Veld: Crazy is relative. *decides to grab a beer or something, hell, nothing could get worse, drinks it quickly*

Vin: ... right.

Veld: *makes face as he really doesn't like the taste of alcohol*

Vin: *chugs and pours another*

Talia: *pours a beer* No one's entirely stable in our line of work.

Veld: Heh. *ok fine, one more beer, but that's it*

Talia: *smirking at Veld* *oh yeah, he's gonna get hammered*

Vin: *nods*

Veld: We're fuckin loonies.

Vin: ooo food! *eating so as not to talking about the crazy that runs in his family*

Talia: Dig in.

Vin: *mouth full* Thanks!

Veld: *people must be staring at me... drink one more beer and that's IT.*

Talia: *chuckles* *takes a bite*

Vin: Gonna take a piss. *slides out of booth and goes to the bathroom*

Talia: Aren't you having a burger...Velly? *smirks*

Veld: *headtable* Whaaa?

Veld: Food no no no... s'strange people glarin.

Talia: *nods mockingly* Yes, of course. How stupid of me.

Veld: Yer makin fun a me. Shuddap.

Talia: *snickers and eats*

Vin: *water on face looking at himself in the sink* Alright... I killed someone... fine fine, I can handle that. Crazy, I knew it was coming. *head sink* Why do I like a guy?

Veld: *yes, he sounds like a hick*

Veld: Where tha hell'd tha kid go?

Vin: *hands shaking maybe he's not exactly alright*

Talia: Went to the men's room.

Vin: *goes into stall to hide...er take that piss*

Veld: Fun times. Fuuun times.

Talia: Sure are. *chugs*

Veld: So why's it ya never git soundin funny when thars drinkin?

Talia: Because unlike you, I can hold my liquor.

Veld: Baaaah. I kin hold it. S'not lyk I needta piss er nuthin.

Talia: *pours beer #4*

Talia: ...yet.

Veld: *takes the beer in a dramatic sweeping motion and downs* SEE? STILL KIN HOLDIT!

Talia: *applauds*

Vin: *digs in his pockets for a joint and lights up*

Veld: *stands up* TA DA! *wobbles*

Talia: *snickers* *chugs*

Veld: errr.... mah stomach feelin odd.

Vin: *is better* *starts out of bathroom*

Veld: BUT IMMA ALRIGH!

Veld: *wobble*

Talia: Of course you are.

Talia: *not*

Veld: *looks very much like a happy Stalin at the moment*

Vin: *the knowing nose could prolly tell he's had weedage* Woah... what's wrong wit Velly?

Veld: Ey! VALETINE! IMMA OK!

Vin: *snickers* Yer being loud. Ya gonna finish yer burger?

Talia: He's a bit of a lightweight. *sniffs lightly* *smirks*

Veld: NOPE! EAT THA FOOD.

Veld: *sits back down and nearly misses the seat, but recovers*

Vin: *weedhungry* *eating* *snickers* He can't hold his booze? *pours another*

Veld: I kin hold it. No pissin.

Talia: Never could. *watching in idle amusement*

Vin: Ya look like ya couldn't walk ta the pisser to piss.

Veld: *leans over* Naaaaa

Talia: *chugs another beer* *not even a slight buzz yet* By the way, Valentine...

Vin: *chugs* Yeah?

Vin: *finds Drunk!Veld AMUSING*

Talia: ...I'll put this gently, since we're technically off-duty, now. I don't take kindly to dates with Mary Jane.

Veld: Ya git yerself a gal, kiddo?

Veld: *slaps him on the back* GOOD JOB.

Vin: ... *mouths* Is he clueless er drunk?

Talia: *mouths* Both.

Veld: *DRUNK*

Vin: Not a girl, Velly. But I could bring some ova if ya like?

Veld: No gals. Er boys. Jus not people.

Veld: I hate people.

Talia: As I was saying...do as you will in your off hours. However, too much of that can dull your wits and steal your edge. Understand?

Vin: *nods* I wouldn't at work.

Veld: Nuh stealin edges. Hard ta git back. Keep losin mine...

Vin: An ya hate people? Don't like us?

Talia: Good, because I'd have to shoot you, and I'd rather not do that. I sort of like you.

Veld: Nope. Hate ya'll.

Vin: Awww I'm gonna cry bout that, Velly.

Talia: *whee beer #6*

Vin: Thanks, Tally...Talia, ma'am.

Talia: We hate you too, Velly.

Veld: Dun cry leetle Valentine! *and the hanging off him begins* Cryin fer LOSERS.

Talia: *chugs*

Veld: S'damn righ! HATE!

Vin: *should mind this but .... goddamnit* *pat pat* Yer confusin, Velly.

Talia: *extremely amused*

Veld: Wha?

Veld: *sniffs* Ya smell like a hooker.

Vin: How tha fuck ya know what a hooker smells like if ya hate people?

Vin: And ya smell like hippie

Veld: *sits up straight, stops hanging off him* I AIN'T NO DAMN HIPPIE!

Vin: *leans in and sniffs*

Vin: Patchouli?

Vin: *snickers*

Veld: THE FUCKIN HELL IS THA?!

Talia: *waves a couple more pitchers over*

Vin: Ya smell like Patchouli, Ask Talia.

Talia: Patchouli. It's an oil associated with hippies.

Talia: And you smell like it, all the time.

Veld: *drinks another beer without thinking* Er? *stands* I AIN'T NO DAMN HIPPIE!

Vin: Obviously, yer wiggin out and not much wit tha free love.

Veld: FREE LOVE?! BAAAAH.

Talia: *chugs* You could use some.

Veld: FREE STDs! S'WHAT THA IS!

Veld: *wobbles*

Talia: I think you've had enough, Velly.

Veld: I THINK SO TOO! TIME FER ME TA SLEEP! *attempts to walk out, faceplants after three steps*

Talia: *grins* Jackass.

Vin: *stands and picks Veld up* Velly... ah tink ya need ta sit...

Vin: *Pulls back to booth* Come on, I'll make sure yer drunken ass don't fall over.

Veld: Fuck ya an tha chocobo ya rode in on...

Veld: I dun NEED YER HELP.

Talia: I'm sure we could find a chocobo for you, if you really wanted to.

Veld: Whaaa?

Talia: *chugs* *light buzz*

Vin: ewwwwww

Veld: Yer tramertizing tha kid... dun know wit wha but yar.

Vin: *is high, a little too happy for his own good* *puts Velly back at the bar and leans on him*

Veld: *headtable* Spinnin.

Talia: *chugs another* *they are SO gonna do it*

Veld: *in three years*

Vin: ... ya ain't gonna ralph are ya?

Vin: *THREE FUCKING YEARS*

Veld: *looks up* Spinnin?

Talia: *chugs the pitcher and slams it down* *slightly tipsy*

Veld: Tally spiiinnin.

Talia: *hic* Spin yourself, jackass. *hic*

Vin: Spinnin'z bad...er.. *snerk snerk*

Veld: Fuckin hell not like I want yer ass er nuthin Tally...

Veld: I want tha ROOM ta STOP MOVIN.

Vin: Why I happen ta think Tally's got a... shit. Do ya have a nice ass, Tally?

Talia: *stands up* *tosses hair* Of course I do.

Talia: *hic*

Veld: *spinnin makes Velly leeean to one side*

Vin: *snickering... oh the weeds hit* I'm glad ya'll are fuckin crazy an scary. I ain't never been in a bar dis long witout gettin hit on er somethin and I'm WAYYYY to outta it ta do shit bout that.

Vin: *leeeens wit teh Velly*

Veld: Where ya goin, Tally?

Talia: *hic* *chug* I'm...not sure, exactly. *plops back down* *hic*

Veld: Hee hee. spinnin?

Talia: No spinning! *hic*

Veld: Valerntine spinnin?

Vin: Naw

Talia: Valentine's high as a kite. *hic*

Vin: *snerk* Yeah, and Tally's pissed at me

Veld: Still looks kinder short. Not very high at tall.

Veld: Well, Imma pissed atcher too.

Veld: Fer.... I dunno. Summin.

Talia: *hic* I'm not pissed at you, kid.

Talia: *gets up* *leeeans on the wall* I'm...happy.

Veld: *drunken giggle thing that still manages to sound a little manly*

Talia: *completely OOC girly giggle*

Veld: *stands up and nearly falls right back down* TO THA COUCH!

Vin: *snickers kinda like the dog from that old racer cartoon, dastardly or something*

Talia: *busts a gut laughing*

Veld: Wha? Tiiired an spiiinnin...Talia: *drunkenly composes herself* Velly...I think it's time to go home.

Vin: *helps Veld stand* I gotcha. Wha time tamorrow, Tally?

Veld: *hangs off Vin like a fangirl* EARLY.

Talia: *drunken flip of her hand* Eh, whenever. *hic*

Vin: Love ya, Tally. LOVE.

Talia: *hic* Love you too, Vinny.

Veld: NO LOVE. S'BAD FER YA.

Vin: Awww come on, Velly. Thoughtcha said she ain't yer girl?

Talia: *does that drunken little lady stagger* I'm not. I've got the wrong plumbing.

Veld: No love fer YA. She's a big gal kin take care a herself.

Vin: ... *looks from Tally to Veld and back*

Vin: *will dawn on him in like 4 months*

Vin: *Helping Veld out the door* Awright, lets get home eh Velly?

Veld: Couch... sleeeep.

Vin: I thought I wasn't allowed in yer room?

Vin: *training*

Talia: *out the door and on the train*

Veld: *so used to flop on the couch after they all would get him drunk* Eh? S'off limits.

Vin: Then where'm *I* gonna sleep?

Talia: *singing* Train, train...take us away...far away...*hic*

Veld: I dunno. Yer smart. Figger it out.

Vin: *digs out another joint*

Vin: Ya could sleep on yer bed and I could sleep on tha couch

Veld: Couch... is fer spiiinnin cause stomach... uh...

Vin: *lights it* *long drag* *cough cough* Then I'm sleepin on yer bed.

Veld: Yer OFF LIMITS a MY room!

Talia: *swaggers home*

Veld: *wobble*

Vin: *blows out smoke* If ya sleep on tha couch than I'm sleepin in the bed cause I ain't sleepin on the floor

Veld: OFF. LIMITS.

Vin: The sleep yer ass on yer bed

Veld: I DUN TAKE ORDERS FROM YA.

Vin: One of us is sleepin on tha couch *snickers* an tha other is on tha bed. *helps Veld off train* Cuase... I'm hungry.

Veld: Fuckin hell does FOOD hafta do wit this?

Vin: Sorry, man. Stoned. *snickers* What ya wanna share tha couch?

Talia: *flips the TV on to Midgar's Most Wanted* *falls asleep*

Veld: Nope. Sleep outside.

Vin: I'm gettin ya home ya know! Un-*snicker snicker*-grateful jerk.

Veld: I kin do fine a mah OWN!

Veld: *trying to figure out the damnable lock*

Vin: Ya want me ta getcher key outa yer pants fer yar?

Veld: Tha's where itis?

Veld: *key... novel concept*

Vin: Yeah I think ya put it in yer wallet *snerk*

Veld: WELL FIND IT! DUN WANNA SLEEP OUT ERE WIT YA.

Vin: I'm not gonna letcha in if ya don't let me sleep here.

Vin: An I'm gonna starve ta death out here

Veld: Fine fine fine... LIBERATE THA KEYS!

Vin: *digs in Veld's back pocket... not TRYING to catch a feel I swear*

Veld: GIT US IN THA APARTMENT. TODAY, VALERNTINE.

Vin: *digs key out of wallet*

Vin: *Puts wallet back and opens door*

Veld: *reason he sleeps on couch demonstrated as he has just enough balance to stumble and flop onto the couch*

Veld: Sleeeep.

Vin: Goddamnit. *poke poke poke* Gettup I'm tired!

Veld: *points outside* Git.

Vin: Fuck you, don't make me sleep on you.

Veld: *mutters* Shoot ya then.

Vin: *gets up, closes door, locks it and then flops on Veld* Night, Velly.

Veld: Mrrm.

Veld: *so out*