It went well 'nough. Bout what you expect from that geriatric nag.
[The real horrifying thing is what Archie just said. He was hitting the booze hard last he was here, but honestly it's because he didn't have much else. The confirmation from Archie makes it suck that much more.]
D'ya think it's illegal here? Heard some places don't give a shit 'bout it, not that I care either way.
[Asking the real questions here. Golisopod, however, gives not a single fuck about doing The Drugs™, and has decided to pay Archie in kind. Those scritches were SO good, and so he's going to pet Archie's head with his beefy paw.]
[he laughs a little at golisopod giving him pats, saying a quick thanks and not bothering to pull back from it. is that blood running down the side of his head? it's probably nothing.]
I have no idea. I don't really care. I'd bet there's some emotional fruit or effect you can get that'll blast you off.
[Good thing neither Guzma nor Golisopod seem to notice the blood. Mainly because Golisopod's focus shifts to Guzma, and Guzma isn't even looking at Archie at the moment.]
Yo... that shit would be tight. There's gotta be somethin'. I like booze as much as the next chucklefuck, but it ain't comparable.
[And then he looks at Archie.]
Uh.
[UM...]
Yo, is that blood?
[Golisopod pulls his paw back in alarm, not realizing that he's the cause. He merely didn't wanna make it worse with his friendly pets! He didn't know Archie was injured, oh no!]
My lore? Archie I think that might be the lamest shit you've ever said to me.
[He does indeed start walking with that shove, shrugging it off well enough. Golisopod is following none too far behind. Looking over his shoulder back at Archie, he grins.]
What? You tryin' to pry into my deepest darkest secrets or something?
[Good on Archie, because that seems to bring him right back.]
Can't say we ever had the type of cash that allowed us to indulge in martinis—always went for the cheap, hard stuff.
[The stuff that burns like fire on the way down, and leaves you feeling like death the next morning. Shit that barely doesn't count as rubbing alcohol.]
Yeah, can't say our expenditures had much to do with science.
[More like... they were all squatters whose only real way of making money was through thieving and Pokèmon battles, and they tended to spend it on junk food. Y'know, like functioning people do.]
Ain't that the truth, never got them gangs who don't.
[For all Guzma was feared by his grunts, they also unconditionally loved him. Part of that was because he actually knew them and interacted with them. He related with each.]
Big spender, huh? Well, I ain't one to turn down free drinks, yo.
[By now, they're certainly not far from the bars, and Guzma's definitely thirsting for some booze. He wants to get fucking trashed, and doing so on someone else's dollar is 100% fine by him.]
[because... what other gangs?? HE'S FROM THE PAST...]
Good. Consider it bonding, and mutual liver-destroying. [he pushes the door open to the first bar they come across, not really being picky.] This steam punk shit is killin' me...
[to guzma:] You wanna get started right in or pre-game?
True that! Idiots don't know what makes a team great.
[And they failed again as "Rainbow Rocket". Some dudes never learn!]
That's my favorite kind of bondin'! Well, one of 'em.
[The others being left ambiguous, but considering who Guzma is they should be obvious. Guzma follows him in, and makes a sound of agreement on the Steam Punk front. Never got the appeal, and being forced to live in a city drowning in it only furthered his inability to get it.]
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[The real horrifying thing is what Archie just said. He was hitting the booze hard last he was here, but honestly it's because he didn't have much else. The confirmation from Archie makes it suck that much more.]
Really? There ain't no way that can be true.
[Mainly because he doesn't want to believe it.]
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[he grumbles.]
Guess we could ask around when we're out, but that's about the stupidest way to do it.
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[Asking the real questions here. Golisopod, however, gives not a single fuck about doing The Drugs™, and has decided to pay Archie in kind. Those scritches were SO good, and so he's going to pet Archie's head with his beefy paw.]
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I have no idea. I don't really care. I'd bet there's some emotional fruit or effect you can get that'll blast you off.
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Yo... that shit would be tight. There's gotta be somethin'. I like booze as much as the next chucklefuck, but it ain't comparable.
[And then he looks at Archie.]
Uh.
[UM...]
Yo, is that blood?
[Golisopod pulls his paw back in alarm, not realizing that he's the cause. He merely didn't wanna make it worse with his friendly pets! He didn't know Archie was injured, oh no!]
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[he pauses, putting a finger on his head. looks at it. shrugs.]
Uh huh. Guess so.
[he lets his sharpedo cuddle with him. this isn't a worry.]
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You went to college?
[Guzma's grinning, as if that's the most ridiculous shit he's heard.]
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[he flicks some the blood off his hand.]
Wanted to study some anthropological shite.
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[He's just having such a hard time imagining Archie going to school. Being some well-dressed school boy. It's pretty hysterical, really.]
Yeah? Don't need to go to school for that. People suck, class dismissed.
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[he makes a face.]
Guess I don't need to tell ya that I decided to pursue that in a different way, huh?
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[But honestly it paints Archie is an even more ridiculous light. But that's fine.
They've been standing here not getting booze for far too long.]
Anyway, we ain't any closer to hittin' the bars standin' here talkin' about your failings.
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[that's all he says there, putting his hand on guzma and shoving him forward to get him walking.]
Don't ask me about shit again. I don't want to talk about it, unless you'll share some of your lore.
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[He does indeed start walking with that shove, shrugging it off well enough. Golisopod is following none too far behind. Looking over his shoulder back at Archie, he grins.]
What? You tryin' to pry into my deepest darkest secrets or something?
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[he follows behind, hands in his pockets, looking around at the trees.]
Can't a guy get to know a pal better without punching bein' involved?
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[With the question, Guzma looks away, his grin falling to something more neutral.]
What, don't think you know me well enough as it is?
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You kiddin' me? I don't even know what fancy martini bullshit you go after when you got the cash. We all got somethin'!
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[Good on Archie, because that seems to bring him right back.]
Can't say we ever had the type of cash that allowed us to indulge in martinis—always went for the cheap, hard stuff.
[The stuff that burns like fire on the way down, and leaves you feeling like death the next morning. Shit that barely doesn't count as rubbing alcohol.]
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[he shrugs.]
Often times the grunts would just make their own drinks. They invented the Aqua Blaster. Lotta vodka.
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[More like... they were all squatters whose only real way of making money was through thieving and Pokèmon battles, and they tended to spend it on junk food. Y'know, like functioning people do.]
Shit sounds good, d'ya know how to make it?
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[he claps his hands.]
I got enough to cover a few drinks for both of us. I'll spoil ya-- get ya into the Aqua spirit.
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[For all Guzma was feared by his grunts, they also unconditionally loved him. Part of that was because he actually knew them and interacted with them. He related with each.]
Big spender, huh? Well, I ain't one to turn down free drinks, yo.
[By now, they're certainly not far from the bars, and Guzma's definitely thirsting for some booze. He wants to get fucking trashed, and doing so on someone else's dollar is 100% fine by him.]
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[because... what other gangs?? HE'S FROM THE PAST...]
Good. Consider it bonding, and mutual liver-destroying. [he pushes the door open to the first bar they come across, not really being picky.] This steam punk shit is killin' me...
[to guzma:] You wanna get started right in or pre-game?
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[And they failed again as "Rainbow Rocket". Some dudes never learn!]
That's my favorite kind of bondin'! Well, one of 'em.
[The others being left ambiguous, but considering who Guzma is they should be obvious. Guzma follows him in, and makes a sound of agreement on the Steam Punk front. Never got the appeal, and being forced to live in a city drowning in it only furthered his inability to get it.]
Whatcha got in mind?
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[he stops just after entering, looking around.]
Let's get right into it. I got some bad choices in me I gotta get out.
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[This ain't about Rainbow Assclowns, so Guzma's fine with just leaving it at that. Joining Archie in glancing around the bar, he nods.]
I'm always down for bad decisions, you know that.
[And if on cue, Guzma leads on, settling himself at the bar. Fuck getting a table, he wants to drink the dumb bitch juice at the fucking tap!]
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