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IC INBOX; CEREALIA

[All that can be heard is the sound of a man spilling his guts- Literally. He's losing his lunch over and over again. After an dismaying array of wretching noises, a voice finally echoes throughout.]

Is this thing on?

[BEEEEEEP.]

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Cheers!

[After their glasses clink and Sakamoto gulps down the alcohol, feeling a familiar burn in his throat, he eyes the other curiously.]

Say. How 'bout we make this interesting?

[these are fighting words]

Let's make a bet. If I can get through nine shots faster than you, you pay me a little somethin'. Ah! But if I lose-

I'll run through the town totally naked. Completely bare! Do we have a deal?

[SAKAMOTO WHAT

note that he's not going to lose money this way in either option]

Cheers!

( Their glasses clink and he's downing it like water and slamming the glass down. He's got this. Or so he thinks. He hasn't felt anything yet. He's clearly listening when Sakamoto starts his offer and then his eyes grow wide and he sits up, alert, at the actual challenge. )

Whaaat? ( He's not gonna let Sakamoto run around naked. He came here so something like this wouldn't happen. No way! Nu-uh! He has to protect Sakamoto's honor. What's left of it. What he can. ) I'm not gonna let ya! Ya're on!

( It sounds like he's really into this but... he'll lose on purpose! But he'll make it look like he was trying to win! He can do this... )

[Sakamoto senses some doubt in that statement.]

Oh? I don't want a challenge unless you're really into it! If I win, I want to really win.

Y'know? Don't go easy on me. I'm looking forward to this.

I am! I really am!

( He's really in it! To lose... but really into it all the same?! Weh... but now he's torn. He can't go easy on Sakamoto but he also doesn't want to win and NOOOO. OKAY SO WHAT IF HE WINS AND HE CHALLENGES SAKAMOTO TO A REMATCH BECAUSE SURELY IT WAS A GOOF YEAH. A FLUKE. TOTALLY. YEAH?? HE CAN TRY THAT???? )

I won't let ya down! Ya here?!

( BARTENDER BRING THE SHOTS. BRING THEM. BRING IT. HE'S READY. THEY'RE READY. )

[Sakamoto puts a hand under his chin, taking a shot and sipping casually.

This'll be easy. The little sword won't pace himself, and he won't be able to finish the last few drinks. His plan is foolproof! What a nice way to make money.

he's terrible]

Oh? What are you getting so worked up about?

[With an air of nonchalance:]

Even if this is a race, remember! Slow and steady always wins.

That too- It's just me.

["I won't be mad at you."]

Edited 2015-05-23 22:12 (UTC)

( Look, Sakamoto. This little sword is just under four hundred years old but was only active and experiencing the world for about five of those years not counting this current one which is about 150 years after the first five. 150! That's an entire generation of pokemon! What is pacing himself he doesn't even remember anymore.

Look, he's already on his second shot and about to reach for his third when Sakamoto starts talking about pacing himself. This concept is going over his head right now. This isn't casually drinking this is a competition! A race! )

Slow and steady? That's not a race! C'mon, we're drinking to see who's the fastest not the slowest!

( And now... is he getting competitive? Look, he's a sword spirit. He was forged to be a winner. )

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