Bottle Bottom
It was late. Extremely late. In fact, it was so late it was considered early morning to most people. Vash sat at the small, circular table in his room, Wolfwood opposite of him. Unlike the priest, Vash could hold his liquor pretty well, contrary to popular belief. He poured himself another shot and offered the half-full (or half-empty as Wolfwood put it) bottle to the inebriated man of the cloth.
Wolfwood glanced over at their small pile of empty bottles. "I once caught a fish that big, you know."
"Did you really?" Vash asked. "With no water around?"
"Sand fish." Wolfwood nodded, slinging back his drink and refilling it in one fluid motion. As drunk as he was, Nicholas leaned back in his chair, the two back legs the only thing standing as support. Vash couldn't help himself as he leaned over and doinked the priest's forehead. For every action, there is a reaction, and it just happened to be that Wolfwood fell to the floor.
Vash began his shrieked laughter as he refilled his glass. Wolfwood remained on the floor, staring up at the ceiling as he tried to piece together what just happened. Coming to a conclusion, he sat up and glared at the ace gunman. Picking up one of the empty bottles, he threw it and grinned as the projectile hit its mark. "Don't laugh at me! This is exactly what I warned you about. Turnin' into a mean drunk..."
Vash rubbed his rose and frowned. "You don't have to be so violent. All I did was push you over for laughs."
Wolfwood grabbed the bottle from the table and placed it to his lips as if he was going to drink straight from it. Nothing came out. "What's wrong?" Vash asked, looking down at the confused priest. Nick held the empty bottle up to him.
"All I got was bottle bottom."
It was late. Extremely late. In fact, it was so late it was considered early morning to most people. Vash sat at the small, circular table in his room, Wolfwood opposite of him. Unlike the priest, Vash could hold his liquor pretty well, contrary to popular belief. He poured himself another shot and offered the half-full (or half-empty as Wolfwood put it) bottle to the inebriated man of the cloth.
Wolfwood glanced over at their small pile of empty bottles. "I once caught a fish that big, you know."
"Did you really?" Vash asked. "With no water around?"
"Sand fish." Wolfwood nodded, slinging back his drink and refilling it in one fluid motion. As drunk as he was, Nicholas leaned back in his chair, the two back legs the only thing standing as support. Vash couldn't help himself as he leaned over and doinked the priest's forehead. For every action, there is a reaction, and it just happened to be that Wolfwood fell to the floor.
Vash began his shrieked laughter as he refilled his glass. Wolfwood remained on the floor, staring up at the ceiling as he tried to piece together what just happened. Coming to a conclusion, he sat up and glared at the ace gunman. Picking up one of the empty bottles, he threw it and grinned as the projectile hit its mark. "Don't laugh at me! This is exactly what I warned you about. Turnin' into a mean drunk..."
Vash rubbed his rose and frowned. "You don't have to be so violent. All I did was push you over for laughs."
Wolfwood grabbed the bottle from the table and placed it to his lips as if he was going to drink straight from it. Nothing came out. "What's wrong?" Vash asked, looking down at the confused priest. Nick held the empty bottle up to him.
"All I got was bottle bottom."