~FRIENDSHIP is the BEST THING EVER~

[Molly McCafferty]

As the last chord was stricken and the last key sounded, the girl on stage finished her concert, a grin on her face, her bandana shifted out of position. The bagpiper and the drummer had begun to get ready to leave the stage, while Molly slung her Mollytar behind her back. Strange thing it was; people often saw double-necked guitars, and people often saw keytars. But it was a truly unique sight to see a 12-string guitar doubled to a keytar. Not only that, but it was an alkahestric instrument, making it all the more unique. And the player of this unique instrument was unique in herself. With hair so Creigishly red that it stood out among Creigs, Molly sported a green shirt, similar to those you see waitresses at bars wearing, and a skirt that was SIMILAR to a kilt, but obviously not so; EVERYONE knows that kilts are only worn by men, and if a girl wears a kilt, it isn't a kilt anymore, but a woman-kilt! Which is odd, considering that kilts do indeed resemble skirts... NO MATTER. Molly wore her woman-kilt and did so proudly. As the crowd cheered, she blew kisses. "Thank ye guys fer lettin' me perform fer yah! Have a great night, everyone!~" Beaming as she exited the stage, she raced off to find her best friend in the universe; "Oh TOOOOOOSS~ Where are yah!? <3"

[Toss Ivanova]

"Here!" The white-haired pilot raised a hand nonchalantly, sipping at some drink or another while having a bottle of something that looked like wine cradled under his arm. He may have been the very definition of Greedy, but at least he knew how to share his wealth...feebly. Sometimes he put forth effort like now, trying to dispel some of the 'junk' stockpiled in his spacious apartment (which just so happened to include the wine under his arm: 1978 Montrachet, price being $24,000). He watched the entire show from the far right corner while also eyeing up the record label dealers who looked rather too flashy in their suits and sunglasses...despite the show being completely inside as well. How could someone even see out of those things in this dimly lit concert hall anyway!? They could completely miss the very awesome fact that Molly was wearing a girl-kilt! IT PISSED HIM OFF...like many things did. A lot of people told him that he was like Greed and Wrath combined, but his anger never went anywhere but out in a loud, bewildered voice. And despite being quietly displaced into the corner over here, people were giving him odd looks like he was a tourist or something. That was the express fact why he never bothered to go to things like these, but because Molly had begged he obliged. Also, since this event was a large one seeing as many scouts were hidden in the audience, taking notes frequently and watching with scrutinizing eyes. How obnoxious...though those types were much better than the suited men looking like they just walked out of some stupid mafia film from the 80's...

"Make sure you don't take any deals by those types," Toss growled protectively, using his red eyes to carefully point in their direction. He also expected her to pick up what he was talking about or if not, read her mind...because you know people could do that. "Anyway I brought this for you." He slammed the wine down on a table that was standing right near him also fitted with various alcoholic beverages. "But I think we'd get in trouble if we popped it open here..."

[Molly McCafferty]

As she rushed from the stage to find Toss, Molly ran into a shady looking 80s mobster. OHGODNOES! Quickly it was, that Molly clunked him in the head with her Mollytar. As the next guy approached, she noticed he was, like the sleeping man on the ground, a record agent. “Hello Ms. McCafferty. As my partner had attempted to tell you, we wish to-” As the beloved double-necked instrument struck again, Molly glared daggers into the backs of their unconscious heads, one hand on her kilted hips, the other grasping her instrument. “Yah fool idjits, dint’cha even think for a minute, that I might already be signed to someone? This gig was milit’ry paid, ye know. Buairing margadhers…” Shaking her head, Molly carried on with her race towards Toss, and finally reached him, after unwittingly making him proud by not signing for one of the pesky agents. “Di duit, mo Tossy, di duit~ Oh, I’m so glad ye came!~ Was about time, ye actually came to somethin’ I did!” Ending the hug, she noticed the present he’d gotten her.

“Aww, ye shouldn’t’ve! Well, I’m glad ye did, but still!~ Thank ye, thank ye, thank ye, Tossy!~” But, alas, as, she was about to crack that bottle open and enjoy her some fine wines, she caught the last bit and set the bottle back down, grinning. “Aye, I think ye’ve got a point there. So let’s find us a good place to drink it, then!” Molly then swung her instrument onto her shoulder by its strap and waved to the exiting band members. “Maith oiche, mo suairc fear, Maith oiche!~ See ye guys tomorrow!” TIME TO ROLL!~

[Toss Ivanova]

"Yeah I came," Toss muttered staring at his Doc Marten boots. His left buckle was loose. He did nothing and looked back up just in time for... He was hugged. Being rather rigid, the hug wasn't exactly comfortable, but Molly's joy made it...acceptable. He blushed anyway, lowering his face so spiky pieces of white shielded him from the world. Once his cheeks drained of the slight rouge, he looked up and sighed it all out in one go. Kay. Now that that was ov--

“Aww, ye shouldn’t’ve! Well, I’m glad ye did, but still!~ Thank ye, thank ye, thank ye, Tossy!~” ...Tossy...? His stomach flipped and the anger dial went up a few notches. What...the hell? They--they were friends, but what the hell gave her the idea to call him...T-Tossy? It...it what?! He downed the rest of his drink and slammed it onto the table next to the shiny wine bottle. Then, proceeded to destroy the plastic cup with his grip. Tossy. Really? He'd never get over it... It would haunt him forever! WHYYYYYYYYYY“Aye, I think ye’ve got a point there. So let’s find us a good place to drink it, then!”YYYY... Okay fine.

"The name is Toss dammit. ...Where would to prefer to go?" He thought a moment, drawing squiggles in the dust on the top of the wine bottle. His apartment could very well work, but...it was sort of littered in...stuff. If they went anywhere else, it was likely that they would be caught for underage drinking. He sighed. "You want to go to my apartment again, don't you...?"

[That was the shortest Toss post in the history of forever XD]

[Molly McCafferty]

At the anger over her little pet name, Molly couldn't resist the urge to tease him a bit. "Aww, I di'nt know ye were so snippy o'er a wee lil name, Toss~" With a gleeful laugh, she heard his suggestion about the apartment. Another cheerful laugh and she grinned at Toss. "Aye, I think yer apar'men's the very bes' place'ta drink at, dunt'cha agree?~" Of course, it was rather unlikely he would agree to his apartment being that great of a place to drink, but Molly didn't really ask his opinion anyways. Or rather... He asked HER opinion, and suggested it? Though that might've been some epic mind-reading... Huh... Who knew... Really? AnywaysanywaysANYWAYS. "Tagatha anois, Toss!~ Am dol éirigh, haha!~" With these final words, it was indeed time to get drunk! And drunk indeed, she planned to be!~ So immediately following her statement, Molly grabbed Toss by the arm and darted off towards his apartment, barely offering him the time to gather the booze. Which, of course, was pretty important to the act of actually getting drunk in the first place!

[Reila Tsukino]

[Word requirement is 150 words, Jay. That's 150. D< Also, the random sporadic other language I can't understand...dunno if that's intended.]

[Toss Ivanova]

"Aww, I di'nt know ye were so snippy o'er a wee lil name, Toss~" ...Snippy? He'd SHOW her snippy. Okay maybe not. They were friends...F-R-I-E-N-D-S. Ugh. He ran an angry hand through his tousled, white hair, brushing against his steaming hot scalp made of anger and sighed once more. It was...hard...to not boil over. But he was trying hard for her, one of the very few friends he had in this world: the daughter of Cayden, and god forbid he lose her too. He wanted her...no, he had her so he would keep what he had...unlike the wine. That, that, well...that was a present. Greed didn't give presents; he shared them with people. That was good enough, right? She looked happy enough. Yeah, she was happy. She loved teasing him though...it was like torture... If only she knew!! Toss chose not to respond to her words, merely nodding feebly while gnawing on his lip as if the scales that momentarily flashed on and flashed off from his sharp teeth weren't there at all. JESUSGOD why was he being so freaking quiet?!!? "Aye, I think yer apar'men's the very bes' place'ta drink at, dunt'cha agree?~" Not really. Having a drunk, underage girl at his apartment where there was just so much shit to break, break herself on, or break other things with...didn't necessarily seem like a bright idea. But honestly, Toss didn't really care. He shrugged, staring hard at the retreating backs of the record labelists.

"Su--"

"Tagatha anois, Toss!~ Am dol éirigh, haha!~"

"--re...Oh god..." Goodbye precious irreplaceable wine... She was going to get him drunk too. He was scared. The worst part was that he couldn't even escape even if he wanted t-- Whisked away, he reached a backward hand and just barely got the wine before she got them outside. His apartment was a brief walk away, and then up an elevator to the highest room. He got the door unlocked with his hand print and an eye scan and then instantly went to stand in front of his wine collection as if to pretend it wasn't there. His Albatross, Savvy spiraled in through the open window and landed fervently on Molly's shoulder, peaking his fish-reeking beak at her cheek. "Yo Savvy~ The opener is in that cabinet." Point.

[Molly McCafferty]

Molly happily dragged Toss all the way to his apartment. Ah, what a friendship the two had. And what a painful experience that friendship was for Toss, considering that 9 times out of 8, something always ended up going wrong for him. Well... Okay, that MAY be an exaggeration. But either way, one had to pity Toss sometimes... Anyways, Molly and Toss soon reached his door and as Toss got the door unlocked, Molly finally released the poor boy from her iron grip. Before Molly could enter the room, however, she was attacked by a ferocious albatross. Or, to be more exact, Savvy, the most lovable bird ever, landed on her shoulder and pecked at her cheek. "Savvy~ Ye grea' big fella, how're ye doin'?" With a grin, she reached a hand up to pat the giant bird's head. Ah, Savvy... Molly had always liked Savvy, ever since she first saw him and Toss. Two kings of the sky, they were, floating on the wind, with two very different sets of wings...

[Toss Ivanova]

...Toss rolled his eyes skyward, wishing he could see something that wasn't his ceiling for once. Goddammit. This girl... was way dense. Why the hell was he attracted to bubbly head-in-the-clouds types of people?! Well...maybe that had something to do with the clouds part. The Ishvallan homunculus sighed and walked allll the way around the counter to open the drawer that was next to Molly to pull out the wine opener. Tearing off the wrapping with his teeth, he jabbed the swirly metal piece into the cork and began to crank it out. It was unusually hard due to its age, but eventually the EXPENSIVE AS SHIT wine was opened and filling the spacey air of his apartment with a grape taste. His mouth watered and he sidestepped random assortments of stuff on the floor to grab a set of glasses as well as a pitcher to air it out. He lifted his arm skyward and poured, watching the perfect string of purpley red cascade into the glass pitcher. Once the bottle was empty he handed it to Molly. "Here, you can brag about this to your friends." What was wine if you couldn't drink it and show it off? Hm... Turning back to her with a full glass, he smacked them together with a half smile and a wink, downing his and pouring another.

It had such a sweet dry taste that made him want to take a deep breath after every sip. It certainly was quality...he almost wanted to say that it was worth the price...almost. His next sip was followed with a shiver--the window was open. Toss turned around and frowned, shooting Savvy a sideways glance. "You stayin' in or going' out?" The bird flapped himself onto the counter, tilting his head every which way in question. Toss let out an exaggerated sigh and slammed the open window shut. Damn bird understood him alright. "Fine, but wake me up at five AM to go out again and I'll be having albatross stew." Savvy squawked and flew across the room to land on a golden perch. And by golden, it was GOLDEN, nothing less, nothing more. That was Greed in a nutshell.

[Molly McCafferty]

Molly grinned as she accepted the glass of wine, and then as Toss handed her the bottle. Well, well, that was nice. He even said to brag about it to her friends! So Molly turned around and stepped away from Toss, three paces, before walking back, excitedly. "Diiii duit, Toss!~ Lookie, lookie, check this nice stuff out~ Pretty cool, aye? Was a gift from a friend, dun'tcha know? Haha~" Grinning, she tipped back her glass and enjoyed the sweet taste of the wine. After a sip, she raised her glass high in the air, and grinned. "Aye, this is some good wine, Toss! One of the two mos' impor'an' things abou' Carraig, y'know. We got the best country. An' we got the finest wine, the best liquor, and the greates' ales!~ Everythin' ye migh' need ta live." With a cheerful laugh, she took another sip, and listened, amused, as Toss spoke to Savvy.

Smart bird that Savvy was. And Molly could always tell how close Toss was to him. That bird was more to him than the world, she figured. "Aw, Savvy, dun'tcha listen ta him. Silly boy dun't even know how ta make albatross soup, I'll betcha~" She gave a light cackle and took a seat in a chair nearby. Oh, twas always a swell time when drinking with friends!

[Toss Ivanova]

Toss spun around at the sound of her receding footsteps. Wait, what was she doing? He blinked, opening his mouth to ask her where she thought she was going with his wine glass, but she stopped and then approached again. What...the hell...? She grinned like a schoolkid, every part of her demeanor suggesting excitement. W-what? He was kind of scared, well, more than a little scared. She was definitely going to attack him or something. He put his wine glass down and braced himself for the worst. When she spoke in bubbly tones, his entire expression changed. He didn't exactly know how he felt about that, but...he felt sadness. He said to show it off to her friends; not him. He knew she understood what he had said so...there was only one reason why she was doing this. What the hell. Cayden was a great guy--her father. He had saved his life when he had nearly been made into some strange bird chimera. He had the scars to show it where the wings were ripped out of him. They would never disappear since they were made before he had become a homunculus, and well, he wasn't even sure if he really wanted them gone. Cayden had to be a wonderful father so how...did she not have any other friends? The people she performed with on stage? Really, no one? THAT WAS UNACCEPTABLE. Just because he was alone in life, didn't mean that a beautiful, joyful girl such as Molly had to. Maybe it was because she was hanging around someone like him? Rumors maybe? People by now had to know that he wasn't human...

"Molly, I--" Cut off. GEE, THANK YOU FOR LETTING ME TALK. Fine. Fine then. He clamped his mouth shut, red eyes following the glass as she raised it, sullenly, demurely. Fine then, we can toast if that's what you want to do instead of listen to me talk. He reached over and topped off his wine glass, whisking it up into the air. "Damn straight. To friendship!" They clinked the glass together and both took a sip, but Toss' sip just happened to consist of drinking the rest of his glass. He went to refill it, but saw that the pitcher wasn't exactly full. Handing the rest to her, he silently went to open another. Airing it out the same in another pitcher he had laying about, he filled his glass with a dorky grin. There we go. If she wanted him drunk with her, he needed a damn truck load of wine, which...he just happened to have in his apartment.........among other things. AND THEN.

"WHAT?! Don't insult me, young lady! I am so awesome that I betcha I could make ANYTHING. Hear that Savvy, anything and that includes a meal with you in it!! Hahahaha~~" Okay, he was having fun now. Funfunfun... It was fucking weird. SO WEIRD that he picked up his home phone and speed-dialed Artemis just for the hell of it. When she picked up, his voice drifted over the line.

"Come over, I want you to meet someone. And bring more wine!!"

[Guest]

Artemis had been finishing off a deep cleaning Kurt and was reassembling the beloved rifle when her phone rang. Blinking she looked over and picked up the vibrating HTC that was playing the ring tone assigned to Toss. She lifted it to her ear as she cocked the firearm back smiling to herself as it gave the healthy ka-click.

"Hello Moss!!" She stood placing the rifle in bed tucking it in with a loving kiss. "Come over, I want you to meet someone. And bring more wine!!" She blinked. "You have a visitor.....??" She then huffed hip jutting to the side with her lip pouting. "I'm not bringing wine! You always complain about my choice of wine. I'll bring what I confiscated off the recruits." She chuckled softly. Ah power over people got to love it. "See you in ten." She hung up quickly changing and gathering what she could from her fridge into a bag.

Heading to the garage she saw her beloved bike and walked over keys twirling round her fingers. unlocking the seat compartment she placed the bag in it. The bike was large and powerful. Enough to seat at least three small people on it. The sides where bulky and held a little secret to them. Sitting on the seat she flicked the ignition on. The bike roared to life rumbling under her. Pulling on her headset visor as the door lifted she speed out with more speed then she should of.

She arrived at Toss's place soon after. Knowing the roaring engine would most likely alert him of her arrival. Parking up and turning off the engine she retrieved the bag of alcohol goodness from under the seat. In a short amount of time she was at his door knocking on the wood lightly and waiting.

[Molly McCafferty]

Molly quite enjoyed the confusion she'd inspired on his face after bragging about the wine to him. He DID say brag to her friends; and while she had some people that could be considered friends, Toss was her best friend. Her very best friend, in the whole wide WORLD of best friends, and the only best friend that was REALLY the best friend! ANywho, after she said that and started off talking again, she noticed Toss had tried saying something before she interrupted. "What we-" Oh, never mind, he'd interrupted her too. Ah well. Clinking her glass to his, she grinned. "Aye, to friendship!" As he spoke in Ishvallan, she couldn't do much else but laugh. "Oh, sorry Savvy. I must'a forgot abou' Toss's awesome ability ta do pretty much everythin'. Hahaha~" Well then, now some fun was being had! Fun fun was always fun! Oh, and what's this? Toss had called up a friend? And more wine was coming! Yaya! Toss was awesome-ER now!~

[Toss Ivanova]

She was coming?! Toss downed the rest of his pitcher in chugging glee. Boobface whom he thought hated his guts was coming over!? "See you in ten," she had said. He grinned like an idiot and slammed down the pitcher, ignoring the fact that it shattered all over the counter. His hand pricked with dragon scales, shining iridescently in the florescent light overhead. He grinned demonically at Molly and grabbed her hand with his scaled one, not noticing that his homunculus powers were showing through. "Heelllz yeah I can do anything," he laughed, feeling the effects of the the bottle of wine and a half that he had already drank. Was he maybe going too fast? Well, she had asked for it! "This, you see this!" He pointed at the shattered pitcher, actually meaning the fact that they were drinking. "This is for you and to congratulate you for getting signed to a record company! ...Don't tell your father." He'd kill Toss for getting his underage daughter drunk. But it wasn't like it mattered. Carraig was full of peace and drunks! Why not join in? Toss was done fighting, done chopping off lives from his immortality. He was so done killing people, wrecking national heritage buildings like the Kremlin. He'd do all that shit again later. But for now--NOW, he would enjoy himself and create smiles--no!--steal smiles from people and call them his OWN. Ahahahaha!!!

A knock came at his door on the 120th floor of the skyscraper apartment complex owned by the Lon Dubh. He opened the cherry wood door with his foot and grinned ear to ear like a little kid. "Hewwo Boobface howz it!?" He clapped her on the shoulder and ushered her inside. "This is a celebration! And this is Molly. She's Cayden's daughter."

[Guest]

She had taken the lift to the top cursing Toss most of the way iuip for having the top floor of a ridiculously big apartment. She grumbled as the poor excuse of music played in her ears. She didn't even know why she was coming. Not after Briggs. Then again this was an excuse to drink stupid. If need be Toss would be to interested in this friend of his to notice her.

Finally he had opened the door. "Hewwo Boobface howz it!?" Her cheeks puffed and her fist clenched. "Artemis!!! It's Artemis!!! At least I attempt to get your's right!!" She snapped. Maybe she could turn away now and go home drink by herself. She was dragged inside without any chance to protest. "This is a celebration! And this is Molly. She'd Cayden's daughter." She blinked taking in the new girl before holding out her hand smiling. "Nice to meet you Polly."

[Dunstan Hue]

"This is stupid."

Dunstan couldn't quite believe what he was doing. He could be doing anything. There was a half-built homemade motorbike sitting in his bathtub at his flat, and it needed to be finished, but no. He was chasing a hunch of his and a name on a newspaper. He looked at the name on the newspaper again.

"A successful landing for Toss returning from space..." but the words drowned out as Dunstan's eyes pierced the black ink name.

Toss... Toss... he recognised it alright, but somehow didn't.

He picked at the burnt off bit of his face. He was told not to, which only motivated him to indulge in the activity. "That stupid grenade..." he thought to himself. It took about half his memories away, and some of them were important. In fact, just about everything was gone, other than the skills for his line of work, and the screams of the mobsters as they fled that one flat. He allowed himself a grin at that. It was a monsterous thing he did, he knew it, and he didn't want anyone to ever find out, but if there was a bombing campaign that went well that was it. He took a spliff out of his pocket, the lift nearing its destination, and he lit it, taking in the aroma. It was the closest thing to a refreshment he had all morning. He hadn't eaten today, hoping to get to Toss as soon as possible, and went to a vending machine only to find that he had completely forgotten what a vending machine actually was, or why he wanted to feed coins into it. Fearing the worst, he shuffled away, embarressed, and now the spliff was the only thing he had to survive on.

The doors parted ahead of him, and he looked down the corridor. The room that let out a steady stream of music. It wasn't jazz, and Dunstan growled. Not jazz. Just perfect. He reached to knock on the door...

... and stopped.

"What if he's from school?" Dunstan suddenly thought. He was a massive bully back then, something he regretted, but he knew that if Toss was one of the kids he had picked on (and there were many) then he'd have a lot of explaining to do, and Dunstan was not in the mood. "Maybe I should just fix up the bike. I need it for driving, and that's something I remember well enough. Yeah, I'll just..."

Then his stomach rumbled.

"Ooooooh god, I'm so fucking hungry it hurts!" Dunstan moaned, then he looked back at the door. It was a top floor apartment. Maybe this Toss, whoever he was, had some food kicking around. Dunstan growled, trying to turn around and go home, but his stomach won the battle and he violently kicked on the door. "IS THERE A TOSS IN THERE? AND DOES HE HAVE ANY FOOD?"

[Molly McCafferty]

Hmm... It seemed like Toss was beating her at drinking! This could not go unbeaten! Quickly it was, Molly drank down a few more gulps of her wine, aiming to outdrink her bestest friend on Earth ever. Bwahahaha. As she did so, she noticed Toss slamming down the pitcher, breaking it, and his hand getting all scaly and such. Eh, Molly was a bit too drunk to notice it anyways at this point, but she also knew about him being as special as he is, just from being around him so often. Molly grinned as Toss said he could, in fact, do anything. "Oh, yah, I believe ya. Anything ye wanna doo~" Nodding as if she actually thought he could do ANYTHING, she grinned again. As to what he next said, she laughed. "Yep, I- Oh wait, crap, wrong language!" Giving a small cackle, she shook her head to clear her thoughts. "Yep, I seeeeee the pitcheer, Toss. So whadam-I lookin'at?" Oh, that was what she was looking at. What he meant by the pitcher was the drinking, and the partying. "Oh, I get it now! Whoooooo!!You rule, Toss!~" Giving him a quick hug, she noted that he actually wasn't where he was when she hugged him, and therefore she fell down, due to hugging the air. Standing up, she saw Toss had gotten the door nfor his friend.

Standing up, Molly shook the other girl's hand. "Molly, even~ Nice to meetcha Art... eh... Artemis! Yeah, that's whatcha said, aye?" Ah, the sheer joy of partying... Molly managed to grab a glass for Artemis and miraculously pour her a glass of wine, without spilling too much. Handing it to Artemis, she grinned. "Here ya go- Ah nope, my tongue keeps'on wantin' to talk in um... Whaddaya callit... Bananananess... Anyways, here's a drink fer ya!~" Grinning at Artemis still, she was too focused on the slowly building party to notice the hammering on the door, until it had changed to talking AND hammering on the door. Opening the door, Molly beamed at the starving guy.

"Helloooo, guy- Aw, I keep on gettin' me languages all mixed up! Uh, but-aye, Toss is right o'er there!~" Well, it was actually Artemis she originally pointed at, but she quickly corrected herself, pointing at Toss a moment later. "Welcome to the party, Guy~"

[Toss Ivanova]

"HAH!" Toss barked, pointing at Artemis with an accusing finger, "Hypocrite! You yell at me and then right after I say her name, you call her Polly instead of Molly. Like... where do you get off accusing other people of getting your name wrong, huh!?" Toss was expelling his angry spiel again, but he was laughing all the while, quite unlike his normal self.

"Oh, yah, I believe ya. Anything ye wanna doo~" YES, finally someone was getting it. Gavin didn't risk his ass at Fort Briggs for nothing. He was an asset. AN ASSET. He flew into space and lived, he fashioned ships, and spread his wings. Toss was the best pilot the world had ever seen and even after crashing, he still lived to tell about it! The only thing he had ever seen to pierce his ultimate shield was that frozen bitch's pike of ice. That, he couldn't fathom, but he definitely died that day in Drachma because it took for-freaking-ever to heal back up for god's sake! And it hurt like a bitch!!! AND on top of all that he had to kiss Vanity of all people on this earth. UGH. Not to mention that was his first kiss after becoming Greed and now he had to worry about wanting more. FUCKITALL.

Molly was yammering in some weird language he didn't know and THEN she finally got it, grasping the fact that yes, he was talking about DRINKING. And damn right he ruled!! He was the shit. This guy right here. Yeah, that's right. He shed a backward glance as Molly began hugging air, thankful that he had escaped with his sanity to the door where Artemis was finally actually COMING INSIDE. He shut the door behind her and turned expectantly to Molly in all of her drunken stupor. OHNOES. "Molly, even~ Nice to meetcha Art... eh... Artemis! Yeah, that's whatcha said, aye?" Ah, back to Creig, a language they could actually UNDERSTAND. Uhm thanks? He snickered to himself and stole the wine right out of Artemis' hands while Molly shook one of them. He aired it out in one of his endless supplies of glass pitchers and handed it back to her with a sly grin. Then, gracefully he took a swig of what was left of his second bottle, the red liquid trickling down his chin where he wiped it with his black, wool sleeve and grinned. The long-sleeved shirt was falling off his slim shoulders slightly, revealing a strong collar bone and intensely pale skin for an Ishvallan. He watched as Molly effortfully grabbed a glass and winced. Don'tdropitdon'tdropitdon'tdropit!!! She didn't. And taking the pitcher from her, managed to pour an overflowing glass, that spilled some contents onto the counter. Toss instantly ran to lap it up with his tongue. Savvy tilted his head to the side in mild confusion. His master was now resembling that of a...dog.

By the way, what the heck was banananess?! He perked up from the counter and took another swig of wine, stumbling to the side. He noted that Artemis was fully tended to with as much wine as his apartment had room for...once she finished her bottle that is. He shared with his friends! ...Friends? He stared awkwardly at boobface. Yeah? Friend? Friend. She could be. AHHHHWHATWASTHAT?! He spun around, red eyes wild with confusion as a knocking came at the door. Who--? THEY WERE FOUND OUT. "QUICK GET DOWN!!!" Toss yelled, running after Molly to tackle her to the--

"IS THERE A TOSS IN THERE? AND DOES HE HAVE ANY FOOD?" A...what? Oh. Him.

"Helloooo, guy- Aw, I keep on gettin' me languages all mixed up! Uh, but-aye, Toss is right o'er there!~" She pointed at boobface. WAITHEWASRIGHTHERE! Toss pointed at himself and blinked at the guy for a second. Wait, wasn't that--?! "Welcome to the party, Guy~" WHEN HAD THIS BECOME A PARTY?!

"Why if it isn't Dunstan Hue...GRAB A DRINK AND GET IN HERE."

[Guest]

"HAH!" He pointed at her laughing. "Hypocrite! You yell at me and then right after I say her name, you call her Polly instead of Molly. Like... where do you get off accusing other people of getting your name wrong, huh!?" She huffed her cheeks. "I was close!!! Your just sprouting horrid names!" She glared at him wondering why she had came in the first place. Oh wait drink...and lots of it. She was still ebbing the frustration and licking the wounds from Briggs. Her fatal flaw....

Soon as she could she opened the bag she brought nursing the lovely bottle of strong ale and borrowed a bottle opener from Toss's side to flip the cap off. Downing it in heavy gulps. She could after all ignore Toss once she was drunk enough.

"Molly, even~ Nice to meetcha Art... eh... Artemis! Yeah, that's whatcha said, aye?" The girl was very very drunk. And her accent usual. It took a lot of effort for her to keep up with it. "Here ya go- Ah nope, my tongue keeps'on wantin' to talk in um... Whaddaya callit... Bananananess... Anyways, here's a drink fer ya!~" Surprisingly the woman was able to pour a glass of wine without spilling it and handed it to her. She took it with a muttered thank you.

Staring down at the win her brows knitted. She was never found of it. Being one to rather shots spirits and beer to wine. But she took a tentative sip trying to ignore the sharpness. Nope beer was much better....but after the effort Molly had taken to pour it. She wasn't going to be rude and refuse it. Though she was half tempted to find something white to spill it on just to show Toss.

A knock and shout from the door and the reaction in front of her made her think someone was trying to murder him. She couldn't help but laugh at the comedial show in front of her. The an who stepped in caused Her to blink. His face heavily scarred to the point the eye was lost. A dark trench coat. She wondered who he is. Taking out the bottle of vodka and a bottle of coke she decided she had to get back on track. Get drunk as a skunk so Toss wouldn't irritate her so much. She was trying to mend the bridge after all....for Gavin's sake...

[Dunstan Hue]

Dunstan kept knocking at the door. Time seemed to extend with hunger, the agony stretching the few seconds he was knocking into hours. He was seriously considering taking out some semtex and blasting his way in until it opened, and Dunstan's eyes were hit a red glare.

[color:9f8d=cyan]"Helloooo, guy-" came a drunken greeting in a language that Dunstan found he didn't know, or even recognise. Luckily, she changed to speaking Creig, but at that point Dunstan had stopped listening or looking to the people she pointed at, instead staring at the table. Drinks! Substanance! Dunstan heard someone say "Why if it isn't Dunstan Hue...GRAB A DRINK AND GET IN HERE!" and he didn't need to be asked twice. He ran to the table and grabbed the first bottle he could find, practically swallowing the bottleneck and letting wine swill down his throat. He didn't put it down until nearly half the bottle was empty. He knew that wine was a drink to be appreciated, but he was too hungry to care. He sat down, inviting himself to a chair and taking one large drag of his spliff. He blew a smoke ring into the air above him, causing the room to stench of cannabis. It was a trick that he was fond of; it meant he'd still smell the spliff wherever in the room he went.

"Someone, anyone, get me a sandwich. And... ummm... whichever one of you is Toss..." He paused to look at each occupant in turn with his singular, beady blue eye, his other as tightly closed as always. A young woman, some ten years his junior, with hair as red as flame. A second woman, closer to his age and of hourglass figure, and a man with pale skin. Dunstan remained as still as a statue, though in fact he felt quite nervous. What if him and Toss weren't friends? Or, worse, what if Toss was someone he'd wronged? Dunstan's eye dropped to his belt. A hammer, a wrench, and a bar of soap. Yeah, these three could probably take him on if they wanted to. "Well, might as well be forward about it." He thought, as he looked back up to no one in particular. Then he said something he knew was stupid even as he said it;"... have I ever exploded anyone you knew? It's kind of my thing."

[Molly McCafferty]

Molly watched, drunkenly amused, as many events unfolded before her very eyes. What a comical turn of events this was! What had originally been a two-person drinking party had evolved into a four-person celebration of the alcohoilic sorts! Looking at ARtemis and Toss as they bickered on over names, Molly grinned. "Toss, she's gotcha beat, righ' there, y'know. You dun't like when I call ye Tossy, so, um... Yeah... What was I gonna say? Uh... OH! Dun't say boobface, it isn't nice. Yeah, tha' was what I was gonna say!~" A very drunken Molly grinned, having FINALLY gotten what she wanted to say. She then turned her attention to Dunstan, who had made the room smell kinda funny. "Ya want a sandwich, eh? I dunno where to food thingy is, I'd getcha one, though. Tooooooooss~ Where's that that, uh, that place where you put the stuff? Um... That freezy thingy where food goes." Oh, yeah, and then Molly fell on her face. She got back up, a bit confused, and started searching for the refridgerator...

[Toss Ivanova]

"Uhm dude, that's vodka...you know?" Toss blinked squarely at his buddy ole pal, Dunstan, and sighed. Well, when he was in need, he was in need. The homunculus shrugged and swiped the bottle from him, wiping off the neck that had slobber all over it. Wasn't good enough: germs, disease, half blown off face! He ended up scrubbing it with soap from the kitchen sink and one of many sponges. Then, he bottomed it and tossed the empty thing into the recycling bin hanging out next to the counter. A job well done, he rubbed his hands together and brought out a fresh bottle of vanilla vodka for Boobface seeing as Dun had stealthily lumbered across the apartment to whisk hers down his throat. Toss cringed. Didn't he have a gag reflex at all!? No, no of course not. Now he was flopped in one of Toss' expensive chairs...smoking. Not just smoking, but blowing smoke rings. "Dun, you jackass, how many times have I told you that you can't smoke in here, man? I have a bird, remember?" He pointed at Savvy that was furiously flapping away with a look of terror about him. "Put that out, would ya?" Before I rip it out of your mouth for you.

"Dun't say boobface, it isn't nice. Yeah, tha' was what I was gonna say," Molly shouted from the kitchen. He turned around.

"Boobface." Smirk. "Oh, no need to answer, Artemis; I was just being a bitch."

"Someone, anyone, get me a sandwich. And... ummm... whichever one of you is Toss..." ...Did he even hear him!? Hhdjhefkwaa1!!! Waitasecond. Which one of them was Toss. Heeeellllloo? The white-haired, red-eyes Ishvallan walked up to him and grabbed his shirt, yanking him up and a fierce look.

"How the hell did you forget who I am? I'm your best freaking customer!!" Was this a joke!? "Momo, get him something to eat...maybe he's hallucinating." It was a possibility...or wait...

"... have I ever exploded anyone you knew? It's kind of my thing." ...no, it wasn't. He flat-out didn't remember.

"One time you blew me up, but I lived. Another time you nearly killed yourself, but I saved your ass. Did you smack your head into a streetlight or something?"

"Ya want a sandwich, eh? I dunno where to food thingy is, I'd getcha one, though. Tooooooooss~ Where's that that, uh, that place where you put the stuff? Um... That freezy thingy where food goes." It buuurrrneddd...his stomach burrrrrrrnnneeddddahahhaggha....

"Ayyyyyyyyyyeeeeeeeee don't know. I don't knoowwwwaahhaha... Something like that. Keep searching! Search like you play music...with--with...stuff!!! Yes!" Toss stumbled over himself to the refrigerator and began throwing slices of baloney at Dunstan and then he started eating some, fed some to Molly like a puppy, and when that was gone, he started throwing the cheese at Dunstan. Rinse and repeat. Next came the bread...

[Guest]

More people....Fun...what mad house was Toss running? They couldn't of just been drunk....they had tom be high. Heck the loud obnoxiousness and the general feeling Toss gave her was causing a pounding headache. So what's the cure for a pounding headache children? BOOZE!!!!

Knocking back another shot of whatever was in her bag she twitched as yet again Toss's velvet voice tickled her ear."Boobface." Oh she anted to wipe that stupid but slightly sexy smirk off his face. Sure she wouldn't lie Toss was an attractive man...but she much preferred someone else. Certain shining sun of Creig and her life for instance. "Oh, no need to answer, Artemis; I was just being a bitch." She snorted and laughed at that. All the while flipping him a different type of bird to the random seagull that was in this place to. Oh he was more then a bitch. Shame that if she tried to punch him he do that stupid homuncu-whatie trick. Maybe a kick to the nads before he could even think about it? Bah never mind she had to drink before the madness got to her. If it hadn't already.

[Dunstan Hue]

Dunstan was worried. Not by touchy-feely attitude of this Toss guy, what with the sponge and grabbing his collar. Nor was it the answer to the question Dunstan wanted answering; he was a pretty good customer, probably for bombs, or car repairs. That's pretty much all Dunstan offered. No, it was what he said straight after.

"One time you blew me up, but I lived. Another time you nearly killed yourself, but I saved your ass. Did you smack your head into a streetlight or something?" Dunstan's ego was offended and challenged. If Dunstan wanted to blow up this guy, he wouldn't be here. However, the rational part of his brain calmed himself down. The topic would probably come back later; there was probably something else to that story. And anyway, now he had the answer to his main question, he could relax a little.

He laid back in the chair slightly, putting his feet up on the table as if he owned the place, fully investing himself the idea of relaxation. Baloney, cheese and bread was thrown his way, which he caught in one palm behind his head, before crushing it into a ball and taking a large bite. His stomach relented the agony somewhat at the promise of food. Dunstan then put the spliff back in his lips the moment he had swallowed and inhaled heavily.

"Sorry about the questions, dude. My mind's a little bit like scrambled eggs at the moment, courtesy of the grenade that did this." He explained, pointing to the burnt off portion of his face. Then his smirk turned into the very smirk worn by the devil as he blew an even bigger smoke ring than before. "As for the weed, you could be the fucking king of Carraig for all I care, and I'm not gonna stop smoking." He looked to the woman Toss had called Boobface. "Am I right or am I right?" He then blew another shape, this time a simple spike of smoke that shot straight through the ring like a torpedo. He took another bite of his baloney-cheese-ball, which now was totally solid. "If anyone wants a drag, by the way, just ask, alright? Don't worry about the bird, he'll be fine." He said, though in truth he hadn't even noticed the bird's panic.

[Guest]

I HAVE A QUESTION TO ASK OF YOU. DO YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS WHEN A MAN WITH A MECHANICAL LIVER DRINKS A BAR DOWN TO THE VERY LAST DROP, BY HIMSELF? THE SIMPLE ANSWER IS: HE GETS SHITFACED. BUT OH, WHAT IS THIS? IT APPEARS THAT THIS MAN IS CARRYING A PAIR OF KEGS WITH HIM AS WELL! Stumbling through the streets, a loud racket was shouted into the air; a song by a good ol' band from Creta, though he translated the lyrics into Creig for ease of singing. "ON A DARK DESERT HIGHWAY~ COOL WIND IN MY HAIR!" His voice screamed out into the air as he felt himself stumbling over slightly. "WARM SMELL OF COLITAS~ RISING UP THROUGH THE AIR!!!" Well, up ahead in the distance, he actually saw a shimmering light. Now, through his slightly blurry eyesight, he would recognize that place to be Toss' apartment, right? RIGHT! "UP AHEAD IN THE DISTANCE, I SAW A SHIMMERING LIGHT!" His voice would've rocked the walls of most places by now, seeing as he was within fifty feet of the damn place. Stamping through the streets, carrying those kegs with him straight for the damn place. Wait, what was that? MOTORBIKE?! THAT MOTORBIKE... IT WAS ARTEMIS'! OHO, WHAT FUN!

Looking up at the door with a drunken grin, Toss started to approach it with a wild expression of glee spread across his slightly-woozy face. SO. ONE HUNDRED AND GFNEUOGN STORIES, RIGHT? Striding through the door, Fiachra pressed a button with a large finger (pressing five at once) and started to wait for the long climb of the elevator. Thirty, sixty, ninety... ONE HUNDRED AND GFNEUOGN! Ding~ The door opened and Fiachra stumbled out, grinning like a wildcat. Of course, one had to ask how he hadn't been stopped by now. Let me ask you this: Fiachra Brennan weights 120 kg and is over 7 feet tall. Would you stop him? Striding to Toss' front door (a trip that would take most people a minute or so), Fiachra found himself looking at the thing with incredulous eyes. Ooooh, dooooooooor.... Staring for about twenty seconds, he finally reached a hand up and knocked. Once, twice, thr--crack. A small crack split along the door, Fiachra's drunk mind not quite registering the fact. Instead, he opened the door and reached in, looking at everyone in there. Of course, the room was full of strange-smelling, musky smoke with people relaxing on the sofas, and none of them looked anything like Toss or Artemis. "'Ey bro, wanna get blazed with us?" What? Leaning out again, Fiachra looked to the right and saw another door. Oh, that might be it. Knocking softer this time, (not soft enough of course, the fucking door had a crack appear on it) he opened it, looking inside. "HOHO! TOSS! ARTEMIS! TWO PEOPLE I DON'T KNOW! HELLO!" Lugging the two beer kegs in as if they were nothing, he grinned and placed them on the ground, staring at them all with the drunken look in his eyes.

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