[ This epitome of class over here is upending his flask into his Dr. Pepper. All of it. Clearly the most well thought out cocktail anyone has ever made. His sandwich and fries sit untouched. With as much booze as he's drank tonight, he really should be drinking water instead of shoveling junk food in his mouth, but yolo. ]
[ There are like, four empty milkshakes on his table. He's working on a fifth. He's absolutely plastered and unless someone stops him, he's going to be sick. Dairy + Alcohol = probably the worst combination. ]
[He's probably arguing with the cashier about the disturbing lack of tacos on the menu. Tacos were totally common Earthling food that was popular with drunks, right? He needs them now. Like, yesterday. With extra super spicy salsa on the side.]
[ How did this happen you are so underage how did this happen. Kenma looks like he's asleep, with his head on the table and an entire untouched meal in front of him. ]
Kenma-san. [ akaashi tries to softly nudge him, but instead pushes him enough to make his face slide across the table. ]
You should eat, so, you don't get sick. Tomorrow.
[ being drunk is terrible, why did they let their captains talk them into this. at least together maybe they can recover enough to not be dead tomorrow. ]
[Entering into a 'fine establishment' drunk is nothing foreign to the Master of Ceremonies at the Kit Kat Klub, who just hosted a weekend of German punk bands for a change from their normal solo acts, finished by Hedwig and the Angry Inch, of course. Getting them to perform as the finale was Merwin's idea, and it didn't take much for him to convince Max. Then again, it doesn't take much for the Emcee to convince Max of anything. With just the right words and incentive, he's pretty sure he can convince anyone to do anything.
So he follows the band into the Arby's, eyes half-lidded and a smile playing at his painted lips.]
I want to stuff as much meat into my mouth as I possibly can tonight.
[He might be single-handedly responsible for ordering and eating every roast beef sandwich in this Arby's and possibly the tri-state area. Drunken speedster metabolism FTW?]
he's not drunk. this isn't a drunk meet up. nope. NOPE.
[4 AM? Arby's? Somebody's wallet that he'd lifted earlier? Hell yes. $150 Arby's bill here he comes.]
Hey.Hi. CanIhave fifteen orders of the mozzarella sticks. The one that comes with six. Or, Iguess, however many you have in the back. And, um, a vanilla milkshake. And a couple of those chocolate strudels. Three's good.
[He narrows his eyes at the menu, wondering if he should get some real food. Nope. Well-] And chicken strips. Just two-no, make it three orders of them. With honey mustard.
Here's my card, obviously it's gonna take a while, I'll just be- [He turns around and spots Pietro. Poor, poor Pietro.] UNCLE PETE! I'll be over there.
[In the blink of an eye, though Pietro could no doubt follow his movement easily, he's sitting across from his uncle with a grin.]
[There's nothing to fear from the scowling man with the messy black hair and the handle of a machete sticking out of his pack. He just wants a sandwich and some curly fries, damn it. It's not his fault that he came across a a creature that splattered him with strange colored blood.]
[ He's been inhaling sandwiches for the past hour. Being full of magic steroids, turns out, gives you quite the appetite. Someone should probably stop him, though. ]
[ ROAST BEEF SANDWICHES?! THAT IS GENIUS! Also who's bright idea was it to let a dog to be drinking? That's just irresponsible-- also probably hilarious since he's sipping out of a liquor bottle through a straw while munching on a sandwich.
[ Who's got two thumbs and a fork because she talked the server into covering her giant order of curly fries with an obscene amount of the cheese sauce from that one sandwich?
[She's got like, three of all of the sides and a big fuck-off milkshake. The Master pops another jalapeno hushpuppy into her mouth and taps the screen to her tablet.]
[ No, that's fine, everyone else can be excited over sandwiches and curly fries and all that. He's all about that Jamocha shake. It's coffee. It's chocolate. It's a giant-ass cup he's got.
(It's a good thing he's not lactose intolerant.)
And it's doing nothing to sober him up despite the coffee content because he totally emptied a couple of airplane bottles of vodka into it at his table. He's just going to stretch out his side of the booth and enjoy this. ]
[ You see? This is why these two are friends. While Day does have a serious fondness for those curly fries dipped in Arby's sauce, she's also completely in love with Jamocha shakes. (They're brilliant is what they are.) And after a quick glance over one shoulder, then the other, she's popping the lid, pulling a flask out of her coat, and pouring in a little brandy. She is already well gone, but this is not an opportunity to be wasted.
Hahaha. No, wait. It is exactly an opportunity to be wasted. ]
[ By all appearances, Lux is handling being drunk very well. She's actually slouching for once in her life, but aside from that, is slowly munching on a sandwich, with a basket of fries next to it. But appearances are deceiving and she is barely keeping herself awake/coherent. ]
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