I'm Thinking Arby's

[semimeme]

You've just walked into an Arby's!

The only rules:
1. All characters enter drunk.
2. They're thinking Arby's.

EDIT!!: Optional link to Arby's menu FOR AUTHENTICITY!!!

Original Meme was here, all credit goes there

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[hardworking]

[ You are in my personal bubble

why are you in my personal bubble?

please get out of my personal bubble. ]

Really? [ not really listening and thank heaven that he can hold his liquor better than you ]

[unionjackass]

[sadly, he is unaware of his bubble invasion.

in fact, he's unaware of a lot of things; like the state of his breath for example.

if he were more sober, he would be mortified.]

Ay?

[he hears german.

and there's a very large and sturdy mass stood right next to him!

fascinating.

let's investigate!]

Really what? Reall...y. Oh hullo. Germa--G... Ge--

--You. [nudges]

[hardworking]

[ THIS IS JUST AS BAD AS YOUR COOKING ]

England. Just how much have you drunk?

[unionjackass]

... [he seems to find this extremely funny, as he's laughing now and attempting (badly) to hide it behind a hand]

Uhh... 'nough t'kill... er... [squints, counts on his fingers, and when he can't seem to come up with a number--]

... men. Yeah. Like... loads. Now 'm bloody hungry an' --an' you're standin' here! [he prods germany's chest, scowling]

[hardworking]

You are not the only hungry one here. [ He raises an eyebrow and looks at the spot where England poked his chest before looking back at him, with a raised eyebrow. ]

[unionjackass]

Yeah? [the brit raises his nose rather snobbishly-- and then wrinkles it.] Don't see you eatin' anything.

[hardworking]

There's a line, in case you haven't noticed.

[unionjackass]

Oh.

[queuing comes as second nature, but he glances around anyway, blinking slowly.]

... Right! A queue is good! Good queue. Life is--quite like them, you know! [nodding and nearly losing his balance, but he stays steady otherwise!] 'Cause you're standin' an' you can't really choose who you're standin' with--

[HE LEANS CLOSE] --unless you're crafty.

[hardworking]

[ ARE YOU COMING ONTO ME MR. KIRKLAND

I NEED AN ADULT I NEED AN ADULT ]

Right...

[unionjackass]

[... IS HE?

Wait--

--no. No he isn't. Not only are you you, but you're also a babby.]

Don't look so--so stiff, lad! God, you're like a... a thing. A stiff thing. Was a wee little bastard at your age! But I--knew... amusement. Erm...

[what's the word...]

--Fun! Yes, that's it...

[and he squints up at germany again in red-eyed skepticism.]

I hate standing in--in lines. But 'm damn good at it! Life lessons y'should be thankin' me for.

[hardworking]

I am quite capable of fun.

[ that eyebrow is staying raised ] Should I?

[unionjackass]

... [scrunches his nose again and looks as though he's THINKING...]

Prove it!!

[hardworking]

I am out rather than drinking at home like I normally do.