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.]
[Which is entirely true, but maybe not for the specific topic Archie brings up right after they get their drinks. Guzma's taking a fat drink of his when he asks. Putting his beer down, he shrugs.]
Sure, why the hell not. You know a place, or do ya do 'em yourself?
[It's probably high time Guzma gets an actual goddamn tattoo, considering the purple skulls he had on his arms were... spray painted on using a stencil...hm.]
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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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[archie slips onto the stool next to guzma, ordering some basic bitch beer to get himself started.]
I've been thinkin'... I want a tattoo. Another one. You wanna get one with?
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[Which is entirely true, but maybe not for the specific topic Archie brings up right after they get their drinks. Guzma's taking a fat drink of his when he asks. Putting his beer down, he shrugs.]
Sure, why the hell not. You know a place, or do ya do 'em yourself?
[It's probably high time Guzma gets an actual goddamn tattoo, considering the purple skulls he had on his arms were... spray painted on using a stencil...hm.]
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[he shakes his head with a snort as the drink is delivered. it's not clear if that was a pass or not? he doesn't say anything else on it.]
Hmmm, there's a few places around. Might be cheaper goin' to one of them instead of tryin' to do it ourselves...