Twenty-Eight Bells: [VOICE/ACTION(ish)]

[simplestgift]

[It's around ten or eleven at night when the transmission begins. Two voices, Kennedy and Bush, are sounding decidedly sloshed. They are, in fact, sitting at the bar in Good Spirits, because how often do you get to introduce someone to Romulan ale twice and see their reaction the second time like it had never happened before? Only if said person went home and came back and doesn't remember the first time. Due to this, Kennedy sounds considerably more sober.]

Your attention, everyone. Mr. Bush has something he would like to say.

Yes, yes I would.....What was it again Kennededy?

Begin with "my profoundest apologies." And-and end with...with the hair thing.

Ah! Right, right. *ahem* My sensherest apologies to the ladies of Lusheti....I like all of you and your is - hair - is very pretty.

Nunno, William, it's...the envy bit, that was nice. Do add that in.

I envy all of your hair.

And how silly a man are you?

Extremely, Kennedy. Siller man there ever was.

Now recite an appropriate verse.

Help me think of one.

What about, "O woe! O woeful, woeful, woeful day!"

It is.

And...why is that, Mr. Bush?

Hm?

Why is it a woeful, woeful, woeful day?

This isn't England and there's no naaavy. Missthenavy.

And...that's the only reason you insulted the crew, isn't it? Just want things to be like they are at home?

Mmhm.

...Do you need a bucket to vomit into?

Please.

[OOC: This is a joint post with wouldntbetonit]

Comments

[wouldntbetonit]

[Bucket. meet vomit. Your new best friend. You'll be seeing a lot of each other tonight.]

What did you put in my drink Kennedy?

[Voice]

[rather_be_surfing]

[Not saying anything. Just going to listen to this.

Good for you, Kennedy. Hopefully Bush can stick with it when he's sober.]

[simplestgift]

I put nothing in your drink, Mr. Bush. Not quite as hardy a drinker as you thought, is all.

[But despite the trolling, Archie is actually holding Bush's hair back while he pukes.]

[wouldntbetonit]

I can hold my liquor, damnit!

[Offense is mild and punctuated by attempting to stay on his seat. And stop from laughing. No, seriously. Bush is trying to stop from laughing. Practically a giggle!]

[simplestgift]

[Archie tries to hold William upright, and starts laughing with him. Maybe things got off to a rough start, but it's good to have him here.]

I think it's holding you, at the moment!

[Voice]

[selphie_t]

Feel free to apologize again when you're not so drunk that you're yakking on your shoes, Sir.

[Voice] Selphie-->Kennedy-->Bush

[simplestgift]

Did you hear that, William? She called you Sir. You've no idea how well you're doing!

[Voice]

[wouldntbetonit]

Oh do I not Kennedy!

[A moment to *gasp* reflect.]

I have no idea. [Apparently that is hilarious.]

[wouldntbetonit]

Don't be absurd Kennedy! Drinks don't have arms!

[This is a very serious concern which must be investigated with much pomp. Much.]

[simplestgift]

Might as well. A glass of water?

[Because this is funny, but he knows how miserable these Romulan ale hangovers are.]

[wouldntbetonit]

Wise choice Archie, wise choice.

[Honestly you could give him vodka at this point and he wouldn't be able to tell the difference.]

[simplestgift]

[After a quick, quiet order, Archie hands William the glass of water.]

There you are. Good and clean.

[ action ]

[herotypical]

Oh my God, Archie.

[ buffy is wiping down the bar and wondering if she should have served the pair as much booze as she has allowed them to consume. oooor at least that bush guy. ]

What are you doing to him?

[Voice]

[shadedsunlight]

No need to envy my hair, Mr. Bush. All you need is good shampoo, conditioner, and regular brushing.

[wouldntbetonit]

[Siiiiiiiip.]

We should have done this before, Kennedy.

[He seems to keep forgetting that he forgets he got drunk with Archie before.]

[Voice]

[simplestgift]

Not unlike Horatio, then! Make note of it, Mr. Bush.

[simplestgift]

Mm. [It's a sound of agreement. Archie downs the last of his whiskey and props his cheek on the heel of his hand, elbow against the bar.] No time. There was a war, and then I died.

[ action ]

[wouldntbetonit]

Not Archie! A more honorable soul there never was. [*sniff* He's so nice when he's wasted.

He whispers at Buffy, like he's sharing a secret.]

It's the ale.

[Voice]

[wouldntbetonit]

Aye, aye sir. Ma'am.

What's conditioner?

[Voice]

[shadedsunlight]

It's something you put in your hair after shampooing, keeps it nice and soft.

[wouldntbetonit]

Damn the war!

[Woah, that was...loud. Okay.]

[ action ]

[simplestgift]

I didn't put anything in it! [This is Very Important for them both to understand.] And I'm not doing anything to him. Just...drinking with an old friend, Buffy. [Speaking into a glass of orange juice.] An old friend.

[Voice]

[simplestgift]

See? Exactly what you, need, William. Women...wanting to run their hands through your hair.

[simplestgift]

And damn dying! [He raises his empty glass in a toast.]

[Voice]

[selphie_t]

Are you guys still at the bar?