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sup wolf?, i got a question for ya, what's it like smoking a cigar?

'I don't smoke cigars, man. I smoke the cheapest cigarettes I can get.'

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Wolf looked at the vulpine incredulously. He can't be drunk yet...is he pretending?

'Uhh...'

This encounter got stranger and stranger by the minute. The pirate wasn't sure how to handle himself in this situation; no one he'd ever gone drinking with had been gone after two drinks. Deciding the best course of action was to remain silent, he leant back on his stool and sipped what remained of his bourbon and coke, watching Fox make a fool of himself.

"Yo, Wolf. How's it going? Been a while."

'…yo.'

'…what d'ya want?'

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'Awright...' Wolf shrugged and set his glass of bourbon aside, taking up the sake. It was in an oddly shaped cup, small and rounded, able to be held in three fingers. He sniffed it; it smelt strong, smoky and resiny and with the distinctive bite of alcohol.

'Cheers.' He tilted his glass toward Fox and took a gulp of the drink, wincing slightly as it burned a path down his throat.

Not unpleasant, somewhat reminiscent of vodka. He cocked his head toward the younger man, chewing on the inside of his cheek as he regarded him.

'Iunno if yer gonna like it. S'gonna put hairs on yer chest, at the very least.'

"Yo, Wolf. How's it going? Been a while."

'…yo.'

'…what d'ya want?'

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The lupine shrugged. That some kinda cocktail?

'I dunno what a 'sacky' is. That's what you want, you get it. Long as yer still payin' for 'em.'

'Might have'ta ask the bartender 'bout 'em. I dunno if they'd serve 'em here.'

"Yo, Wolf. How's it going? Been a while."

'…yo.'

'…what d'ya want?'

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'You can order the next round. Get us what you wanna drink.' Wolf was drawling, lazing back in his seat and sipping his drink, the sweet bitter liquid rolling around his tongue a few times before sliding down his throat.

His head fell against his shoulder and he grunted, settling into a comfortable position.

'Aren't you gonna ask who I'm workin' for? What I've got planned?' He grinned toothily; Fox had already established his intention (or supposed intention) and there was no use prodding to try to get him to confess. That's not to say it wasn't fun. The young vulpine was just so easy to get a reaction out of.

'Well I ain't tellin' you NOTHIN'. You'll have to kill me before I speak a word 'bout my esteemed colleagues. Y'hear me?'

Nothing wrong with a bit of teasin'...

"Yo, Wolf. How's it going? Been a while."

'…yo.'

'…what d'ya want?'

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Wolf didn't answer. He just stared at Fox with a grin on his face, leaning against the bar lazily. He could see the redness lying underneath the vulpine's fur, colouring his cheeks and ears. This was too easy...

He shot two fingers up at the bartender, who diligently retrieved their glasses and replaced them with two more, full of the same dark liquor. The mercenary rolled the drink in his hand, waiting for a reaction from the younger man.

"Yo, Wolf. How's it going? Been a while."

'…yo.'

'…what d'ya want?'

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''ey, yer the one flexin' his muscles. Don't that make you the musclebrain?'

'Or maybe yer just tryin'a impress me...'

"Yo, Wolf. How's it going? Been a while."

'…yo.'

'…what d'ya want?'

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'...'

'That right.'

It was more than he could have hoped for. Imagine the story he'd have to tell! Fox McCloud, hero of the Lylat Wars, struggling to down a bourbon and flexing his scrawny little arms at Wolf for no apparent reason. He was enjoying himself so much, in fact, he thought he might lean forward and press his advantage, poke a little more fun at the poor man.

'Did yer muscles not wanna come out with ya either?' He peered intently at the vulpine, searching for the hidden muscles.

'Y'don't look very buff t'me.' The lupine poked Fox in the chest. 'No pecs. Prolly no abs either.'

"Yo, Wolf. How's it going? Been a while."

'…yo.'

'…what d'ya want?'

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Seeing the young mercenary flushing and fidgeting, looking too small for his bar stool and clutching his drink with both hands, Wolf found himself relaxing. It was amusing, in a simple way: he downed the rest of his drink and chuckled quietly for a moment, laughing at the poor uncomfortable Fox sitting next to him, trying desperately to seem adult while admitting himself a novice. It wasn't harsh laughter, or mocking, just simple throaty chuckles of amusement and good humour, a broad grin spreading across the lupine's muzzle.

'Awhh, gawd.' He shook his head, resting an elbow on the bar and turning to face Fox with his whole body, openly engaging the younger man now. Despite how awkward the vulpine looked, the tension in the air was beginning to subside. Not exactly friendly, but not wrought with animosity. At the very least, it was beginning to resemble a somewhat amiable conversation.

'Y'never go to bars, do ya? What d'you do fer fun? Between missions, groundside? Do ya stay on the ship all day, eh?'

"Yo, Wolf. How's it going? Been a while."

'…yo.'

'…what d'ya want?'

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lets-rock-n-roll replied to your post:Do you crack your knuckles, like as a habit?

…I can crack my neck.

'Prove it!'

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Yes Lovely You

'...'

'S'an original compliment. Never been called "lovely" before. Thanks, I guess.'

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Wolf smiled toothily, his tail swishing idly behind him, curling around the leg of the stool.

'How 'boutcha focus on finishin' yer first drink before ya go askin' for seconds, big man.' He leaned forward on his elbows, propping himself up on the bar with his head tilted to continue looking at Fox.

He was still suspicious; who wouldn't be? A supposed rival invites him out for a drink, doesn't suggest a venue, speaks erratically and can barely stomach a glass of bourbon. Despite being certain he could handle his booze better than the other man could, Wolf took care not to drink too quickly. He would need his wits about him if this turned into some sort of trap.

For now, he flicked his ears towards the vulpine, regarding him with half-interest.

'What're y'doin' on this side'a Corneria?'

"Yo, Wolf. How's it going? Been a while."

'…yo.'

'…what d'ya want?'

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Lovely

'Me?'

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Do you crack your knuckles, like as a habit?

'Don't think so. Dengar used to do it all the time, would shit me to tears. But just 'bout everythin' he did shit me.'

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Wolf stared at the vulpine for a moment before letting out a few throaty chuckles, shaking his head in minor disbelief at the flushed, awkward man sitting next to him. It was in stark contrast to the hot-headed, sharp-tongued Fox McCloud he knew from the skies.

'It's a bourbon and coke, pup. Don't try to scull it.' An amused smirk lingered on his face for a while as he nursed his drink, idly swirling the glass in his hand to make the cubes of ice clink against the sides. Invites me out for a drink 'n can't even fucken' swallow the stuff? Gawd.

'Y'want somethin' else, petal? A daiquiri? Maybe a nice glass of milk?'

"Yo, Wolf. How's it going? Been a while."

'…yo.'

'…what d'ya want?'

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△ What do you look for in a guy?

'Uhh...I couldn't tell ya. Honestly don't know. I've never like--y'know, gone lookin' or whatever. Ahaha.'

'Iunno. Helps if he's good lookin', I guess.'

'That's like, a four or somethin'.'

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△ What's your biggest regret?

'…'

'...wasn't home when it happened. I coulda done somethin', or somethin'...iunno.'

'...eight.'