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What kind of barbaric planet do you live on? Do you even have space travel? Posters, honestly. [It's red, Vash is on a roll, causing the Prince to down more of his bottle yet again. He was starting to feel pretty good though, regardless.]

I guess when you live on a planet where it can be a bit hard to get enough food and water, television wasn't exactly the first thing people thought about making. [Once again, avoiding a question. As they use to be able to travel through space.]

Red.

[He's way to buzzed to notice at this point, as he takes another drink.] Can't get enough food and water? [That sounds awful. Don't tell a Saiyan that...] That honestly sounds like it's about time for you to relocate somewhere that's actually inhabitable. What do you even do for fun on a planet like that? [They probably don't even have gravity chambers, terrible.]

Hm, quick draw, poker, and there's Thomas racing. There's things to do if you put your mind to it.

Black.

[It's black again! What is this, does every single turn of luck have to go to Vash?

Bottoms up.]

Quick draw, I never thought about doing that. [Yes, that sounded like fun and that's a game he can play with anyone.] What in th galaxy ish Thomas racing. It shounds ridiculous. [Uh oh.]

They're like our planet's version of a horse. Large, two legged furry animals.

Red.

[Vegeta stop, your luck ran out and it's not looking good for you now! He takes another one, a look of exasperation crossing his features.]

You know, I don't know what kind of pssssychic powers you must have to keep getting thesehs right! [It's starting to frustrate him, and his speech is definitely more slurred. He's already forgotten completely about the horse conversation.]

To be honest, this is the exact opposite of the kind of luck I usually get. [Is he winning? Is he actually winning? He had been planning on losing on purpose but now this was just too much fun.]

Black?

[Probably a very overexaggerated reaction, but it indeed is black again and he just cries out in disbelief at the fact that yet again, he has lost that round. He drinks his shot, angrily resting his face in his hand as he slams his elbow on the table, more than mildly annoyed at his awful luck.]

Then you shhhould apply it to shomethin' else, you haven't had to drunk hardly at all so far. Surely you can think of anything elshe! [Dude that wasn't even coherent.]

[Vash is surprisingly good at understanding drunk talk... to a point.]

Oh no, I think this is a very good use of this sudden good luck I'm getting. Let's see if I stay lucky with red.

[OK THIS ISN'T EVEN FAIR ANYMORE. SERIOUSLY.]

[The expression on his face is just :| that. Eyes half open and the lineface of linefaces.]

Thish is completely defeating the purpose of havink a contest! Uuuuugh. [He's giving up on the card game now. His bottle is almost gone, there might be enough for four more shots in it.] I want to see if you can drink sh rest of that! [He points at Vash's own bottle, his mouth all upturned and eyebrow lifted. He's...sort of expecting Vash to, but Vegeta is fair- he'll finish his along with him if Vash so chooses to go along with it.]

Yes it is. It's a contest, just one I'm winning.

[Vash peers at his still nearly full bottle. What the hell. Why not?

And why not make it more interesting.] Alright, it's a bet, but if I drink it all what do I get if I win? [Careful Vegeta. Chugging is a skill Vash has mastered.]

If you win I'll give you a lil dirt on me. How doesh that sound? [He holds up the rest of his bottle to Vash.] Bottoms up. [And he'll just drink the rest of it. After that huge thing he is definitely intoxicated.]

[Eh, Vash was never very interested in dirt, but if that's what Vegeta wants-] Bottoms up! [And he starts chugging.

And chugging.

You sure you want to spill some dirt Vegeta? Hitting the bottle or knocking his stool chair would probably mess up the nice rhythm he's got going.]

[In his current state, he does not care to spill the beans on what he has planned, he doesn't think it's that bad and it's not like he's going to be telling an embarrassing story.]

Looks like you're slowing down! [Even though he's not.] Are you sure you're going to be able to down all that? I sincerely doubt it!

[Vash's lips somehow curve just the tiny bit into a smile as he continues to chug, but he doesn't rise to Vegeta's taunts. Keeping a smooth steady rhythm instead until there's nothing more to drink.

He parts the bottle from his lips with a large and loud gasp for a full lung full of air before slamming the empty bottle down on the counter.]

Ha! [He'd say more, but he's still getting use to breathing normally again and - whoa, that alcohol is really starting to hit him now.]

[Vash's victory is met with a cry, he could rival a Saiyan by drinking like that, how was that even possible?]

Argh, you bioloo...biological vacuum! [Your tongue, how does it work.] You must have cheated, there's no way! [Except the part where he didn't cheat.]

HHAHAHAHA! No cheating! Just a century of practice! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

[Did he say that century line out loud? Naw, he's pretty sure that was in his head!] Besides! How would I have cheated anyway! I won fair and square!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

[He might be drunk but that little fact didn't get past him. But he's not going to say anything because he's too drunk to care.]

So what!? For the love of the galaxy could you have a more irritating laugh!? [This is seriously not fair.]

I could try if you really wanted me to.

I'll pass, thanks. [And stupidly he goes and fetches another two bottles for the two of them. He might be drunk but he's not done yet. This was a contest to see who could hold their alcohol better. He clumsily slams the bottles down on the table, but thankfully not hard enough to break them or the table in question.] Let's see your century of practice keep up with this!

[And he starts chugging. Vegeta, you idiot. Winning is not that important. At least it shouldn't be.]

[Oh dear, lord, but he just finished a whole bottle at once and that's just... it's not fair.] Eh! I was suppose to get some dirt wasn't I!?

[Oh yeah, he'd already forgotten about that. Alcohol, lol. He stops his chug and gives Vash that tidbit of information he'd promised.]

Alright, fineee. I don't like worms or squirmy things. They disgust me to th' point whur it makes me ab...-solutely sick to my stomach and I almost lose e'rything I'd eaten tha' day.

[THEN BEGINS TO CONTINUE CHUGGING.]

Worms? Just... little harmless worms? [He shrugs.] Alright. [And he'll, uh, drink from his bottle. Does he really have to chug again?]

Yes! If I could I'd eliminate the lot of them from the face of the planet! [Seriously, they're gross beyond reason! He's so serious about this he even eliminated his slurring to say it!]

[He eyes Vash not going at it like he was.] Now, with that a-ttitude you're not going to win thisss little bet. Beings from Gunsmoke must have terruble parties. [What kind of logic is that? Vegeta, go home, you're drunk.]

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