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[He nearly falls over himself at the screaming coming from his companion. Eyes go wide and eyebrows go up as Vash steps away to head over and then suddenly...goes outside. What? The shock on Vegeta's face is very apparent and he wonders if the guy got cold feet or something. Maybe he should see what in the galaxy is going on.

He wobbles his way over to the front door of the bar, and takes a look outside. Everything is spinning so hopefully he can find Vash. Where'd he go?]

[Vash isn't too far from the door. Bent over. Throwing up most of what he just drank.

He'll be fine in a few minutes.

Ew.]

[He looks over and sees Vash. Well it looks like Vegeta's won the competition, he couldn't hold his alcohol just as he thought he wouldn't be able to. That sparks a little ego boost for the already inflated ego of the Saiyan Prince, except that ~~the penny was heads up this time~~ and Vegeta is suddenly lurching over to join Vash.

He swears he will never do this again for as long as he lives. Never.

Up it all goes.]

[Vash stands up and leans against the wall for support.] I'm never drinking that much ever again.

[Lies.]

I think that's something we can agree on. [Oh man that was awful. Not worth the victory now. Not worth it at all.]

I don't know about you but I'm pretty sure it's safe to stop at this point. I don't feel as if we need to continue this. [Because technically it's over anyhow? And holy cosmos he does not want anything more to drink now.]

Continue what? [Yeah, he forgot the reason LONG ago. Vash looks down at the two empty glasses he had in his hand. The drink had split out in his rush for the door.

He turns them over in his hand again. Why did he have two again? Oh yeah.] Here. I held your glass for you. [That was the reason, right?]

[He takes the glass. Why...what? Why was he giving him a glass? Oh, the girls, that's right. He did not care about that anymore. He feels way too sick now for that.]

It's not...nevermind. [Gotta stand up. Not used to being drunk. Doesn't do this hardly ever. It's not going so well, he's having sort of a hard time getting up off the ground.] This is why I don't do this often. It always ends badly.

[Vash offers Vegeta a hand.] It does? Then you probably shouldn't do something that ends bad all the time. [The fact that Vegeta is talking about drinking is completely above his head at the moment.]

[He doesn't take Vash's hand, finally managing to stand up on his own. But he stumbles a little, still not feeling great- and almost falls over again.] I don't! That's why it's very rare that I do it!

[Oh, vague drunk conversations that don't make sense.]

Huh, wha-? You mean fall down?

As much as that is one of the things I'd rather avoid, that isn't what I was referring to. I mean-

[And that's cut off with a gag, followed by a little more coming up, leaving him coughing and regretting this even more than previously.]

You don't look so good, brother, maybe you should go lay down. In fact. I think I'll lay down too.

[Probably one of the most sensible things Vegeta thinks he's ever heard Vash say. Yep. Lying down might be good now.]

Yes, perhaps going home now would be a good idea- I don't think I want to look at another bottle ever again as long as I live.

[Vash puts his hand up to cover his eyes.] I don't feel so good...

[Uh oh]

Well don't throw up on me! Turn your head the other way! Quickly!

[Vash moans for a bit and holds his head, but manages to keep what little is still left in his stomach down.] I think I'm okay.

I very much doubt it. [Vegeta figures if he's not okay then Vash certainly isn't okay.] Are you going to be able to drag yourself back to your own home or am I going to have to throw you there? [Though if he actually threw him at this point Vash would probably end up in the ocean instead of his house. Due to aim being terribly off and all that.]

Aw, man. I don't want to be thrown. I'll just go home. [He's wobbling slightly, but he's heading in the direction for his home. Then he stops and looks back at Vegeta.]

I don't have to throw you home, do I? You seem too heavy.

[He's got to lean over on the wall now, still recuperating himself.] No! Of course not. I'd be surprised if you could pick up even a potted plant at this point. [Note that he had a little trouble spitting out that alliteration.]

Just try not to vomit all over yourself. Go on, go.

Oh, okay. As long as you're sure you can get home alright. [Not that this is Vash worried about you or anything.

More about the people who you might wake up if you go into the wrong house.]

I'm going to be perfectly fine. [Just to prove it he steps out from the building, and goes to take off flying toward his home- only to find himself going a little off course and running straight through the branches of a tree. He yells and covers his face as the branches slap him, his vision not really allowing him to realize what he'd just done.

He angrily glares down at Vash in embarrassment. HE'LL BE FINE AS SOON AS HE LEARNS HOW TO FLY CORRECTLY.]

Maybe you shouldn't drink and fly, brother.

Shut up! [He's going home to go nurse his poor pride now that he's completely made a fool of himself. He may or may not come close to running into several buildings on his way back though. Next time he should take Vash's advice...]

[Vash shuts up and watches Vegeta fly off before turning for his own home. Luckily he gets there without running into any buildings and falls into bed.]

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