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[As it turns out, there is a bar in Violet City. Which, tonight, is inhabited by a famed heroic spirit of myth--]
Faither--!
[--who currently has his only son in a headlock.]
Something wrong, kid? C'mon, don't tell me you can't get out of this!
[The resulting scuffle seems to have knocked his Pokegear out of his bag--and as Lancer's E-rank luck dictates, of course it will turn on and record this to embarrass the hell out of him. Meanwhile, the rather hesitant NPC bartender carefully hinted that hey, maybe Lancer should ease up on the getting drunk. Judging by the mostly-empty bottle of alcohol nearby, he was probably right.]
[With his free hand--the one which lacked a flailing teenager--Lancer pointed at the poor bastard with a look of absolute seriousness on his face. Which probably made the situation seem even more ludicrous.]
Hey. HEY. Nobody tells the Hound of Ulster when he's drunk. Back home that'd have gotten you a lance to the chest. And you don't want a cursed lance to the chest.
[A pause--he immediately seemed to forget about the ~horrible offense~ the bartender had committed by suggesting Lancer was drunk.]
...Man, I miss that lance. [He addressed the still-flailing Connla, headlock more of an awkward one-armed hug now.] Your aunt Scathach is gonna kick my ass if she ever finds out I lost it.
[The video timed out shortly after, Lancer's miserable fortune seemingly in full swing even if nothing else was. Drop a few more hints about your identity, why don't you?]
[ooc: IC responses will be delayed by a few hours. Drunk Lancer is quite drunk.]
Faither--!
[--who currently has his only son in a headlock.]
Something wrong, kid? C'mon, don't tell me you can't get out of this!
[The resulting scuffle seems to have knocked his Pokegear out of his bag--and as Lancer's E-rank luck dictates, of course it will turn on and record this to embarrass the hell out of him. Meanwhile, the rather hesitant NPC bartender carefully hinted that hey, maybe Lancer should ease up on the getting drunk. Judging by the mostly-empty bottle of alcohol nearby, he was probably right.]
[With his free hand--the one which lacked a flailing teenager--Lancer pointed at the poor bastard with a look of absolute seriousness on his face. Which probably made the situation seem even more ludicrous.]
Hey. HEY. Nobody tells the Hound of Ulster when he's drunk. Back home that'd have gotten you a lance to the chest. And you don't want a cursed lance to the chest.
[A pause--he immediately seemed to forget about the ~horrible offense~ the bartender had committed by suggesting Lancer was drunk.]
...Man, I miss that lance. [He addressed the still-flailing Connla, headlock more of an awkward one-armed hug now.] Your aunt Scathach is gonna kick my ass if she ever finds out I lost it.
[The video timed out shortly after, Lancer's miserable fortune seemingly in full swing even if nothing else was. Drop a few more hints about your identity, why don't you?]
[ooc: IC responses will be delayed by a few hours. Drunk Lancer is quite drunk.]
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Now if only she could remember what pantheon it came from]
Lancer. [She'll worry about that later. Right now... drunk Lancer = no good]
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Mitsuru. You're...y'know, the smart type of girl. Seems like most of the ones I run into are.
[Focus, Lancer.]
So tell me something. How do you humans deal with such a miserable tolerance of alcohol?
[Of course, he has no clue that any of that was broadcast to all of Johto. For all he knows, Mitsuru was calling about something else entirely.]
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We don't drink nearly as much, that's how.
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I never expected even you to act like this when you're drunk.
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What can I say? We're Irish, we know how to celebrate.
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Are you seriously Cú Chulainn?
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[Two hours later, and every minute just ticks by solely to make Lancer miserable. By now, he pretty much looks like a truck hit him. This, Lambdadelta, is the flat, sarcastic, world-hating 'I am never drinking again now everyone shut up' phase. Which, for the record, never lasts long before the vicious cycle of alcohol starts all over again.]
That some kind of problem?
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[Because he really hopes that quantity of alcohol is not a weekly thing or something.]
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Some ridiculous human holiday I am never celebrating again.
[And of course, he blames the date and not his own cluelessness. For the record, Lancer, humans can't drink as much as demigods.]
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['Without looking like you want to die' is unsaid but there.]
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[A couple hours later, the reply comes from a miserable looking Servant seeming for all the world like he was run over by a flock of Dodrio.]
Worthless human body, can't even stand a few drinks.
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[Says the guy who looks like he's waiting for the sweet release of death. It seemed nothing else would get rid of the headache he developed in the few hours between the original broadcast and this response.]
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Yeah, and? It's not as if we're exactly fighting the Holy Grail War around here, so I'm not too torn up about anyone finding out.
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...Hm. I suppose you have a point.
[Plus it's not like he has anything to be ashamed of for being The Hound of Ulster.]
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[Oh, she's waiting for the aftermath. Give it a few hours.]
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...have I mentioned lately I hate being human?
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Faither, I made somethin' fer ye.
[He's got a mug of... something. Something hot, but it doesn't smell like coffee. Do you dare take a Scottish hangover cure, Lancer?]
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[He probably should have questioned what it was before drinking it.]
[Because it tasted like death.]
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