// seven drunken pirates, we're the seven deadly sins

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

Who: Lancer and Connla
Where: Wherever one can find alcohol in Violet City.
When: Evening, March 17th.
Summary: It's St. Patrick's Day and the most Irish man ever to walk the planet is looking for a party.
Rating: Let's go with a T for god only knows what.
Log:
Lancer didn't know much about modern humans or their customs--he did, however, know far more than Connla. Whether it was corrupted or not, he could thank the Holy Grail for that.

However, he didn't exactly know the finer details of this particular day. Had he understood, Lancer would have taken more than a little pleasure in throwing a punch at anyone not wearing green; really, who settled for just pinching someone?

Lancer was looking forward to this; Servants, as far as he knew, couldn't get even remotely inebriated. This poor human body he was stuck in was going to get pushed to its limits and back again with one unholy hangover sure to come in the morning.

Not that he gave even a passing thought to that last part. He was used to having the alcohol tolerance of a demigod--more than that, an Irish demigod. So if he didn't watch himself, he'd probably end up in the hospital. Which, some would argue, was the only place a really good party could ever end up.

"So apparently, the whole point of today is to get drunk as all hell. As if humans these days need an excuse." There was a huge grin on his face as he spoke, an arm casually thrown around Connla's shoulders as the Servant led him to the nearest bar. No matter how this might have ended, the heroic spirit was at least grateful Johto had given him this opportunity to get to know his son a little better...and probably drive him a little crazy.

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[three-geasa.livejournal.com]

"It is?"

Connla didn't know a damn thing about modern humans' strange holidays, but if it was an excuse to get drunk, why not? He liked a good drink or twenty to lift in celebration every once in a while.

And it was nice to be able to sit down to have a drink with his father for the first time in his life.

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"Hell if I know the specifics of it." Lancer admitted with a shrug, walking into the now-surely-doomed establishment.

"But hey, any chance for a little fun is fine by me."

[three-geasa.livejournal.com]

"Aye."

Well, this was a lot different from what he was used to. Everything was so... shiny. The cups were even made of real glass. For a guy like connla, that was a pretty damn impressive thing.

He'll let you start, Lancer. You know more about what you're doing than he does.

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After assuring the bartender that yes, this kid was absolutely whatever the legal age even was in Johto, Lancer ordered two glasses and a bottle of the strongest stuff the place had. Taking a seat at the bar, he poured two drinks and drained his own glass in a second.

[three-geasa.livejournal.com]

Connla drank his a little bit slower than his father-- it had been a while since he'd had anything very strong to drink. Compared to some of the alcohol they'd made back home, this wasn't too bad; it was a hell of a lot smoother.

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"Heh. It's about time I started enjoying myself around here." he remarked with a grin, pouring himself another drink.

"I was starting to think I'd spend the rest of my time here bored out of my damn mind."

[three-geasa.livejournal.com]

"Trainin' th' wee creatures an' fightin' isnae enough for ye anymair?"

He liked his father's Pokemon-- especially the Houndoom. There was likely nothing more ridiculous than watching Connla chase after a hellhound all over Violet.

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"I prefer fighting my own battles. You of all people should know that."

It was simultaneously ridiculous and strangely adorable.

[three-geasa.livejournal.com]

"Aye. But th' people aroun' here dinnae share th' sentiment."

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

"Most of them don't. I imagine Saber and Rider would give me a decent match if I asked."

He did owe Rider a fight, now that he thought of it.

[three-geasa.livejournal.com]

"Mair people ye ken here?"

His father had a lot of people that he already knew around here.

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

"A couple I fought back home--well, not quite 'home' in the sense you'd expect. I met them after I died, guess you could say."

[three-geasa.livejournal.com]

"Did ye defeat them?"

Hearing tales of his father's exploits was nothing new to him-- he'd been hearing them since he was a child, after all-- but some new stories might be nice.

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"Never really got the chance, unfortunately."

Lancer took another drink, grinning like an idiot, He did love to talk about himself.

"Hell, I never even found out who they were. Rider was taken out pretty early on and I ended up kind of working with Saber's Master for a while."

[three-geasa.livejournal.com]

Connla was going to nurse his drink for a little while-- he didn't want to go and get stupidly drunk all at once. It was a process that should take all night.

"Are these other Servants aroun' here?"

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It had been a little too long for Lancer--and he'd completely forgotten his tolerance very literally wasn't what it used to be.

"Rider and Saber? Yeah, they're here somewhere. The other four--Archer, Caster, Assassin, and Berserker--I haven't seen yet."

...Huh. Berserker as a Pokemon trainer. That'd be a hell of a thing to see.

[three-geasa.livejournal.com]

Connla just assumed that his father had a higher alcohol tolerance than he did-- it wouldn't have surprised him, after all.

"Dae they still fight against ye?"

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

"Not yet--we don't really have the same war here, as far as I can tell. Pretty sure I owe Rider a sparring match, at least."

[three-geasa.livejournal.com]

Oh, good, an opportunity to watch his dad get his ass kicked right in front of him by a woman with huge knockers.

"Tha'll be somethin' tae see."

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

"It always is when two heroic spirits fight. Even as humans, we've still got the experience if nothing else."

But hey, what did Lancer care right now? He had alcohol, all was right with the world.

[three-geasa.livejournal.com]

And Connla would get to stare at boobs. Everything worked out.

"Who are Rider and Saber, if they are heroes like ye?"

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

"No idea, I never found out. Rider was this tall woman with ridiculously long hair, and Saber was a blond girl with an invisible sword."

Pause.

"...Doesn't really help, I can't think of any hero with an invisible sword."

[three-geasa.livejournal.com]

"Maybe th' invis'ble sword was nae her main weapon."

He really couldn't help with the tall woman with the long hair, unless 'helping' meant 'stare at her boobs'.

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

"Guess it's possible. After all, just because it's her weapon doesn't mean it's her Noble Phantasm."

Lancer shrugged his shoulders, dismissing the thought.

"Eh, who cares? It's not really important right now."

[three-geasa.livejournal.com]

"Aye, ye may be righ'."

Time to go back to nursing that drink of his, then.

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

"Course I'm right."

Another drink may have been a bad idea, but Lancer would go for it anyway.

"I'm Cuchulainn, I'm always right."

[three-geasa.livejournal.com]

"Is tha' so?"

He sounded amused.

"Tha' was nae quite hoo Aun' Scathach described ye."

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

"Figures she wouldn't think so." he replied with a laugh, looking more than a little out of it by this point.

"Scathach was crazy, kid. And a regular slave driver from hell itself."

[three-geasa.livejournal.com]

"Aye, but she could kick yer sorry arse from here tae next week an' back ag'in."

Really pounding it back hard, weren't you, Lancer.

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

"Course she could. Still can. Probably the only one alive or dead that could manage that one."

Aside from, y'know...Saber. And Archer. And Gilgamesh.

[three-geasa.livejournal.com]

And Scathach would have made all three of those Servants flee in terror from her wrath.

"I ken tha' well enough. She hae given me plenty o' beatin's fer a lifetime."

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

All three and then some.

"Course she did. S'kinda her thing, isn't it? Beatin' people half to death, I mean. Gods help us if she ever shows up around here. Worse, as a heroic spirit. I'd be good as done for."

Ah, alcohol. Getting people to ramble since the dawn of time.

[three-geasa.livejournal.com]

"Aye. An' she tol' me once tha' she had a few choice words tae say tae ye."

And by 'choice words' she probably meant 'my foot up his ass'.

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

Lancer burst out laughing at that--if he was sober, he might have been just a little unnerved by the idea.

"I bet she was pissed off as all hell with me. She sure as hell wouldn' be the first woman after my head. Definitely not the last, either."

[three-geasa.livejournal.com]

"I ken three o' 'em, all in my family."

Dammit, Lancer, why did you sleep with everyone female in his family.

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

Whoops.

"Hell, I'm surprised one of them didn't end up killing me."

Not for lack of trying, Lancer.

[three-geasa.livejournal.com]

"My mam tried tae, faither."

You fail at self-preservation, Lancer.

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

"Didn' work, though."

Yep, another drink.

"...Sorry 'bout that, by the way."

[three-geasa.livejournal.com]

"I ken, faither."

It hadn't been all Lancer's fault, after all.

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

"..."

Well, that was quite enough of sounding depressed.

You are now in an overly affectionate headlock, Connla. Because your father has no idea what kind of alcohol tolerance a human body has and he's nearly emptied that bottle himself.

[three-geasa.livejournal.com]

"--!"

FLAIL FLAIL FLAIL

"Faither--!"

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

"Something wrong, kid? C'mon, don't tell me you can't get out of this!"

The bartender chose that moment to carefully insinuate that maaaaybe Lancer should ease up on the drinking. With his free hand, he pointed at the NPC that dared say such a thing with a serious expression...and a flailing teenager still in his other arm. Not very intimidating.

"Hey. HEY. Nobody tells the Hound of Ulster when he's drunk. Back home that'd have gotten you a lance to the chest. And you don't want a cursed lance to the chest."

Beat.

"...Man, I miss that lance." He didn't seem to notice or care that the headlock was more of an awkward one-armed hug now. "Your aunt Scathach is gonna kick my ass if she ever finds out I lost it."

[three-geasa.livejournal.com]

"Faither, I dinnae ken ye should be sayin' such thin's--"

Hugs he could deal with. They were a lot better than headlocks.

"Aun' Scathach isnae what ye should be worryin' aboot right noo."

Worry about your ridiculous intoxication, Lancer.

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

"Eh, who the hell cares."

Huuuuug.

"Don't know what you're talking about, kid."

[three-geasa.livejournal.com]

Okay, the hug was kind of nice.

"...I still ken ye need tae stop drinkin' for a bit, faither."

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

"Fiiiine. Just this once."

But he wasn't letting go. Nope.

[three-geasa.livejournal.com]

It was a start.

"Are ye all righ', faither?"

[solas-ion.livejournal.com]

"Y'know what?"

Smile.

"I thiiiink I might be drunk."

NAAAAAAAAAAAH.

[three-geasa.livejournal.com]

"I ken it's time tae switch ye over tae water, faither."

No more booze for you, Lancer. You've had enough for one day.