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nicholas d. wolfwood ([personal profile] ministries) wrote2023-04-15 12:34 pm

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[personal profile] biblicallyaccurate 2023-04-16 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ Vash pulls a long grimace, sticking his tongue out. ]

I wouldn't doubt it was made in Alvin's bathtub with Alvin in it.

[ He's pretty sure the bartender is Alvin himself, actually, which comes with a mental image he doesn't particularly want to dwell on. Thankfully, Wolfwood's got him covered with a distraction, and Vash's eyes light up as he takes the lollipop between his fingers and twirls it by the stick. ]

Aw, you really do like me, [ he coos, delicately peeling the wrapper away with a bemused smile on his face. Like there was any question. But the thing about Vash is, when he drinks, the alcohol hits fast and runs its course faster, so maybe his lips are already a little loose. Just little plant things.

He dunks the lollipop in his glass, stirring until he thinks the topmost layer of syrupy sweetness has dissolved away, then takes it between his teeth and tongues the alcohol off. Satisfied with whatever flavor monstrosity he's created, he knocks back another, more conservative sip, and finds it more bearable this time. ]


It really does take the edge off, [ he hums, reaching for the bottle to refill the glass. ] You ever consider a career switch to bartending? Bet you could beat the guy downstairs at it.
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[personal profile] biblicallyaccurate 2023-04-16 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ If Vash is at all aware of what he's doing to Wolfwood, he doesn't give any indication, smiling his winsome smiles and teething at his candy without ever fully biting down. He's settled into a rhythm now—swirling his glass, taking a sip or two, and letting the fire settle in his chest before he keeps going, idly kicking his feet all the while. ]

I would, [ Vash says without hesitation. The corners of his mouth twitch, like he's trying to figure out whether to laugh or not. ] I'd play the piano, and handle the patrons, while you mix your drinks and drink them too.

[ He says it like it's a given he'd be there, as if it's not a pipe dream he invented in the moment. The booze is terrible but the aftereffects are a pleasant warmth and a dusting of pink on his cheeks, which does, on occasions like tonight, make Vash prone to indulging in fantasies.

Most of his weight is propped up against Wolfwood's shoulder now, with Vash blissfully unaware of how close he's crowded in. He's too busy grinning, and stealing glances at Wolfwood, enjoying the opportunity to look him in the eyes without obstruction for once. ]


And then, after hours, we could lock the doors and share whatever's left over. That'd be nice, don't you think?
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[personal profile] biblicallyaccurate 2023-04-16 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Used to be, [ Vash admits, sheepishly passing a hand over the back of his neck. ] I'm out of practice, but I'm sure it wouldn't take much to pick it back up again.

[ He was never as attentive to his studies as his brother, but he learned enough to play competently. A long time ago now, but he's sure the muscle memory is still there. If he stretches a hand out, he can still remember the positions of the notes to some old earth song, the sheet music lost long ago in the Fall.

The tune is there, on the tip of his tongue. Humming it to himself, fingers dancing over invisible keys, he can almost remember what it was called. ]


Got any favorites? I'd take requests. Even play something special for the man in charge once the doors close.

[ It's wishful thinking, he's aware. They both know Vash is a dead man walking, and Wolfwood has more important things to worry about—but he'll beg forgiveness another day for just this once glancing in the direction of his own wants. ]
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[personal profile] biblicallyaccurate 2023-05-16 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Vash mulls that one over for a hair longer than necessary, thoughts pleasantly sluggish now, before plucking the candy from his mouth and holding it out in front of his face. ]

Ba-aw... [ He drawls the noise out, rolling it around in his mouth until he can practically taste it, and drops his head onto Wolfwood's shoulder. He's close enough to feel the warmth of his own breath blow back on him as it puffs against Wolfwood's neck, and for some reason that makes him smile. ] You don't really wanna hear me sing, do you?

[ Vash can't even honestly say that his singing is bad—but then, he's only ever had his sisters to judge. He sings to them sometimes, when no one else is listening, when they're confused or sick or dying and he doesn't know what else to do. It seems to help as much as anything else, and if it bothers them, he's never heard tell of it.

Doing that in front of an audience capable of human speech? In front of Wolfwood? He's gone pink again, and this time it's not the alcohol. ]


I mean, I could try, but it's kinda embarrassing...
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[personal profile] biblicallyaccurate 2023-05-19 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ Vash huffs, a sound that makes his shoulders expand and then deflate like the air going out of a tire. At least Wolfwood makes a comfortable place to lean—he doesn't think he's peeling himself off that shoulder anytime soon. ]

Yeah, but you've seen that. You haven't seen me sing, [ Vash complains, waving the glass in his hand around vaguely. ] I mean, what if I'm really off-key and they throw vegetables at me! That'd be wasting food

[ He's not even sure why he's nervous about it. It's rare to see a busker in any bar in No Man's Land who can hold a tune for more than a couple heartbeats, and Vash is... pretty sure he can do that. Maybe it's because it's Wolfwood, and this little fantasy of his has spun out of control into a memory he dearly wishes he could make and cherish.

He's thinking wistful thoughts, he realizes, and that's never good, so he pops the candy back in his mouth and reaches all the way across Wolfwood, grabbing for the moonshine. ]


C'mon, gimme the bottle, I'm not drunk enough for singing yet.
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[personal profile] biblicallyaccurate 2023-05-22 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
No, [ Vash says, his eyes following the bottle in Wolfwood's hand up, and up, like he's just learning object permanence for the first time. He squints at it resentfully, sitting just out of his reach. ] But it'd sure help with the stage fright.

[ Not to be deterred, Vash gets his knees under him and slings both arms around Wolfwood's neck, leaning heavily on him. He summons up his best, most pitiful pout, lower lip protruding, lashes fluttering over the biggest, saddest puppy eyes he's sure he's ever made in his life. ]

Wolfwood, [ he says, and it's not as sweet as he'd like it to sound, not with a hand slowly creeping up Wolfwood's arm, trying to snatch his prize down from on high. ] gimme the bottle. Please?
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[personal profile] biblicallyaccurate 2023-05-26 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ Vash considers it for a second, squinting at the glass in his other hand that still has at least a quarter of its contents sloshing around inside. He really doesn't have an excuse to be all over Wolfwood like this, does he?

Except he does. It's just got nothing to do with the bottle.

Seized by a fit of impulse, Vash makes a decision, tipping back the glass and downing the rest of his drink in one swift motion. ]


Sure don't.

[ He spits what's left of his sucker into the empty glass.

Then he leans in and kisses Wolfwood, just as fast as knocking back another shot of liquor.

He's not thinking too hard about it. It just seemed like the right move in the moment, and the way Wolfwood's lips are warm and chapped against his own—well, he's certainly not second-guessing himself now. Besides...

His hand creeps up Wolfwood's wrist and seizes the neck of the bottle, finally in reach to tug it from his grasp.

He makes a noise against Wolfwood's mouth that might be a ha! but he doesn't seem in a hurry to get away with his prize just yet. ]