[RL with Lancer and Waver - drinking~]

[ridingchariots]

[There was really no reason to worry about having another Servant in his home for drinks, not when it was Honorable Lancer of Honor and Politeness. He'd never attack someone off the battlefield, and particularly not when he had been invited over for drinks. (He might not invite him to a wedding, but that was just learning from someone else's experience.)

This was why Rider was cracking open several cases of beer and waiting for Lancer's worldhop to hurry up and arrive.]

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[croibhristeoir]

[SUP BRO]

Sorry if I kept you waiting long. [Yeah, thanks for the thought but you can keep your wedding invites if it's all the same to you, good sir.]

[ridingchariots.livejournal.com]

Lancer! Good to see you, have a seat, have a drink.

[Not really a palace, this house. But it was something.]

[croibhristeoir]

[Oh hell yes he would. And it beat the hell out of the abandoned warehouse they were hiding out in, so.]

Thanks, I appreciate it. Good to see you under less pressing circumstances, for that matter.

[ridingchariots.livejournal.com]

I enjoyed our last meeting in person. Your battle was something to see.

[croibhristeoir]

That's quite high praise from one such as yourself. Thank you for that.

[ridingchariots.livejournal.com]

Of course.

[Swig of beer. Gotta drink with 'em all.]

[croibhristeoir]

[HELL YEAH LET'S DO THIS]

[NOBODY OUT-DRINKS THE IRISH]

Did you warn your Master, by the way? I can't help but think seeing an enemy Servant might be a terrible shock for him.

[ridingchariots.livejournal.com]

I must have forgotten to.

[Incoming Waver in three, two...]

1/idk

[to-philotimo.livejournal.com]

[Cue the footsteps coming down from upstairs.]

Hey, Rider, have you seen--

[Full stop.]

2/idk

[to-philotimo.livejournal.com]

3/idk

[to-philotimo.livejournal.com]

[GDIT RIDER WHAT]

done

[to-philotimo.livejournal.com]

W-what the hell is he doing here?!

[No offense, Lancer, he's sure you're a nice person and all, but THERE'S A SERVANT IN HIS HOUSE WHAT IS THIS RIDER WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU]

[croibhristeoir]

Hello to you too, Waver Velvet. [Hi, your least favorite person's Servant is completely unfazed. And even giving you a slight wave.]

As for your question: Drinking. I would have thought that was obvious for someone as clever as you.

[ridingchariots.livejournal.com]

I invited him over after lamenting that he wasn't here to drink with me the last time.

[He doesn't even care. You should expect this.]

[to-philotimo.livejournal.com]

[Why do you do this to him, Rider. Why do you do this.]

You-- you actually-- why would you--!

Do you have absolutely no concept of secrecy, or do you do this deliberately to me?!

[croibhristeoir]

If you would, please calm down.

[He stood up, giving Waver a slight but respectful bow.]

I have no intention of bringing hostilities here. I simply could not turn down an offer from the King of Conquerors. I am under no orders from my Master to attack anyone at the moment, nor am I under orders to disclose your location. I have no intention of allowing Kayneth-dono to realize I know your location, and so I think it's acceptable to simply enjoy a moment's peace.

Besides, this is fairly ahead of my point in time, so attacking you here would serve no purpose.

[Lancer smiled, extending his hand.]

So it's safe to call this a truce, such as it is. Acceptable?

[ridingchariots.livejournal.com]

[Aside:] I told you.

[to-philotimo.livejournal.com]

[WHACK.]

[That was for you, Rider, even if you probably didn't feel it.]

[As for you, Lancer, well. He's not entirely sure he ought to be trusting you, but nothing seriously bad could happen to him if Rider was around, right?]

[So a tentative handshake for you.] You seem reasonable enough... I suppose so.

[croibhristeoir]

[Smilesmilesmile.]

I appreciate it. Forgive me, it wasn't my intention to startle you.

[ridingchariots.livejournal.com]

Come and drink with us. We have a guest, it's polite.

[to-philotimo.livejournal.com]

[Your sexyface might not work on Waver, Lancer, but your politeness and not-being-a-dickishness was definitely working in your favor.]

[UNLIKE SOME MACEDONIAN GINGERS WHO WON'T BE NAMED]

...I can stop working for a little while, I guess. I'll make myself some tea.

[croibhristeoir]

[Everyone loves this guy.]

[Except Kayneth.]

[But nobody loves Kayneth, so it works out.]

[ridingchariots.livejournal.com]

Tea's not much better than nothing, but at least you'll give us your company.

[to-philotimo.livejournal.com]

I don't like alcohol, you know that well enough by now.

[He'll just go and start making that tea now.]

[croibhristeoir]

...Is that possible?

[ridingchariots.livejournal.com]

It must be some insanity in him.

[to-philotimo.livejournal.com]

I heard that!

There's nothing wrong with disliking alcohol, anyway. The stuff tastes vile and smells worse.

[croibhristeoir]

Not if you're drinking the right kind.

[ridingchariots.livejournal.com]

Listen to Lancer on this. He has far more experience than you.

[to-philotimo.livejournal.com]

Didn't we already try this once before, Rider?

[Where you bought him a bunch of drinks and he took one sip and turned all of them down?]

It doesn't matter what kind it is, I simply don't like it. [He comes back out with a cup of tea.]

[croibhristeoir]

How can you be so sure it doesn't matter what kind it is? I have to wonder if you've only come across less favorable varieties.

[ridingchariots.livejournal.com]

[Swig o' beer.]

The last time we had much of a selection was... hm, the ball the community held.

[to-philotimo.livejournal.com]

[He took a seat by Rider and took a sip of tea.]

I don't know much about alcohol, but it seemed like that party had a large selection. You certainly made that bartender make a lot of drinks.

Why does it bother both of you so much, anyway?

[croibhristeoir]

Well, for my part it's mainly because I've never heard of anyone outright disliking it.

[Honest confusion here, Waver.]

I suppose times change, but really. I'd expected that as a constant of sorts.

[ridingchariots.livejournal.com]

This modern time is grand in many ways, but has fallen in others.

[Sad face. Sad.]

[to-philotimo.livejournal.com]

Now you're just being dramatic. My dislike of alcohol doesn't reflect at all on society as a whole.

Besides, people would be better off if they didn't drink something that made them act even more like idiots than they already did.

[croibhristeoir]

A shame, really. Things have changed almost more than I'd expected.

I don't know about that, I think the two of us got along well enough in our respective eras.

[ridingchariots.livejournal.com]

There were a few embarrassing moments, cities I'd rather not have burned down...

[Yeah, that was awkward the morning after. Most people just had ill-advised sex.]

[to-philotimo.livejournal.com]

Burning down a city qualifies as a bit more than an embarrassing moment.

[croibhristeoir]

I don't believe I've ever done anything particularly terrible after drinking, to be quite honest.

[Nope, he was sober for all the stupid shit he did.]

[ridingchariots.livejournal.com]

See? Lancer is the picture of responsibility.

[to-philotimo.livejournal.com]

At least someone here is.

[croibhristeoir]

You could just give it a try, at least. I seriously doubt you'll drop dead on the spot.

[ridingchariots.livejournal.com]

Listen to him. You can be an excellent drinking partner and still be mature and responsible.

[Nod, nod. Swig.]

[to-philotimo.livejournal.com]

Fine, if it'll satisfy the both of you, [and get you to stop complaining jeez] I'll try some. But I can already tell you that I'm not going to like it.

[croibhristeoir]

At least you're giving it a chance.

[ridingchariots.livejournal.com]

[Rider laughs uproariously and passes Waver a drink.]

[to-philotimo.livejournal.com]

[He really wasn't sure what to make of that laughter.]

[Waver took the drink somewhat hesitantly and took an even more hesitant sip.]

[His nose wrinkled.] Ugh. That's awful.