{Casually decides to make eye contact with @SearingUnguis. Before just--...} ❝So. ... F*ck's your deal, huh?❞

❝Where the hell is everyone at?❞

[@Kaagiik] ❝... No reason.❞ {Like as if she's going to actually just explain her reasons--. ... Revy would only pull out a cigarette..}

[@SearingUnguis] ❝... Ah. ... The f*ck, is up with you? What's your deal? Your /story/?❞ {Annnd.. a cloud of smoke, was then exhaled--.}

[@Kaagiik] ❝Shut up.❞ {Out went her lighter, and up went the flame. Lighting her cigarette, within seconds--. ... She'd offer to --

[@Kaagiik] light his, of course. Because... why not, right?} ❝. . . . .--?❞

{No. F*cking. Comment.}

[@Kaagiik] ❝WHAT?! NO! SHUT UP, YOU IDIOT!❞ {She's pretty upset, now. ... Revy is very confusing individual, it would seem.}

[Don't mind her. She's just drinking the day away. With wonderful ease.]

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[@Kaagiik] ❝... Eh? Whadd'ya want?❞ {THATSNOTTRUE--. ... The female would slowly look over at 'em. Already a bit... wonky.}

[@Kaagiik] ❝. .well... why didn't ya say so, sooner, /huuuuh/~?❞ {The drunk individual, would hand him an /entire/ bottle. Just because..}

[@Kaagiik] ❝... Does it /matter/?❞ {She's been drinking... for about thirty minutes. And, as for the amount of bottles? ... No comment.}

[@Kaagiik] {Of course, she'd shrug. Too drunk, to even give a damn. Sooo... there was that.} ❝... Ehhhhh. Mortals, mortals, mortals--. --

[@Kaagiik] You keep talkin'--... like you're soooo much /better/. Pffft. ... Meeeh..❞ {... Revy, uh... SUDDENLY BEGAN TO TAKE HER TOP --

[@Kaagiik] OFF--. HOPEFULLY THE DRAGON WOULD NOT ALLOW THIS...} ❝I'LL FREAKIN' WHIP YA WITH MY SHIRT, DUMBASS!!❞ {... OH. AGGRESSIVE.}

[@Kaagiik] {Of course... if she knew that he began to think such a thing--. She'd go BUCK. Especially in her current state--.} --

[@Kaagiik] ❝LET GO OF ME! Mister, "I'm better than you," piece of--... SHIT!!❞ {Yep. She's struggling to get her shirt off. Annnd... --

[@Kaagiik] she's also trying to murder her supposed "Valentine," as well. ... YAY, for drunk Revy.}