Week 2, Sunday Evening; Barnham

[alcobrawlic]

[ It's actually the first time she's stepped foot in the saloon today. She's perhaps had a long day with killing a man (sword), giving his sword (self?) to someone else, and dealing with everything else, up to and including the death of someone else she hadn't known at all.

But Sara's put up enough strength for everyone else today, she thinks, and as the sky finally grows dark, she pushes open the saloon doors.

... And pauses, blinking. ]

You can't tell me you're here just to investigate.

Comments

[alcobrawlic]

You're right... but you're not the type to back down from a challenge anyway.

[moraled]

Certainly not. That... is something I cannot do. It would be far too cowardly for me to tolerate.

[alcobrawlic]

Good! Then hold onto that mindset, because we're gonna need it. Beer will only get you so far.

[moraled]

I would say that alcohol does not get you far at all.

[EVEN IF HE IS DRINKING... honestly, Sara, way to ruin the mood.]

[alcobrawlic]

That depends on the occasion.

But it takes the edge off, doesn't it?

[moraled]

[He just lifts his glass, a faint, sardonic twist to his mouth.]

Though I am not certain, in this case, the edge should be worn down even a small amount...yes, it has.

[alcobrawlic]

Trust me, taking the edge off doesn't mean dulling yourself. Half the time, it helps you think.

[moraled]

... Perhaps.

[If nothing else, he thinks they need this.]

I believe at this point it is quite clear what I would "prefer" is hardly something that matters here.

[alcobrawlic]

Aww, don't worry! At some point, I'm sure it will.

[ Maybe. ]

[moraled]

Here?

[He snorts.]

Don't make me laugh.

[Also how much have you drank, Sara.]

[alcobrawlic]

I bet you'd have a nice laugh, though.

[ About six mugs, why do you ask ]

[moraled]

[...Sara....]

...Excuse me?

[WHAT...]

Lady Instructor, I do believe you have had enough to drink.

[alcobrawlic]

Huh? No, that's not right. I can still remember everything.

[ so not drunk enough. ]

[moraled]

Do you intend to drink until you are incapable of standing up?

Your comments are growing strange.

[No, Barnham, that was flirting.]

[alcobrawlic]

My comments are totally fine. I think you're just not good with women.

[ She does miss reaching for her mug on a first try, though. ]

[moraled]

Pardon me?!

[she's right

but also that's rude

(and he doesn't miss that, either)]

That is quite ride of you, Lady Instructor.

[alcobrawlic]

Maybe, but am I wrong, Inquisitor?

[ Please, enlighten her. There, she's got her mug. ]

[moraled]

I... am entirely capable of speaking with women!

[!!]

I am speaking with you right now!

[alcobrawlic]

Because I'm not flirting with you.

[ For the record. ]

Oooor maybe you don't see me as a lady.

[moraled]

[????]

I do not believe it would be capable to not see you as a lady, Lady Instructor.

[just look at how you dress]

[alcobrawlic]

... My bountiful bosom aside--

[ Stop her. ]

[moraled]

[oh my god]

Please.

Stop. Before you say something that you shall be upset with me for hearing when you are less intoxicated.

[alcobrawlic]

I'm only slightly upset about things and it doesn't have to do with my pride in my breasts, don't worry.

[ EVERYTHING IS FINE. ]

[moraled]

[SARA]

Perhaps it is time to stop for the evening.

[alcobrawlic]

But I don't wanna.