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[The PCD clacks and the view shakes a bit, but finally centers on Horst's happy face. He's up on a roof, with four bottles of liquor and a chair.]

Right, you bunch of nutters, I'm going to sit up here and watch you all run about.

Tyki, you want a drink? I'm up here in the sane corner of the world.

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[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[He squints at the label]

Grape.

[exarmatio]

Grape...?

[Elaborate please, daddy dearest.]

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Grape! Drink it and see!

[You can't get a clear answer from him right now, are you crazy?]

[exarmatio]

[He raises an eyebrow and takes off the cap, taking a decent pull at it. And it's only as he's swallowing that he feels that burning sting, and he coughs, sputtering a little.]

Grape alcohol!?

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Of course! You think I'd let my son drink plain?

[exarmatio]

[He looks at it, frowning for a moment. And then brings it to his lips for another drink, wincing as it goes down.]

Can't let a perfectly good gift go to waste.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Atta boy.

[Horst taps his bottle against Negi's]

How's Al? Is he affected?

[exarmatio]

I dunno, he seems normal to me. The only person I can pick out being stupid is Hitsugaya.

[Another drink. He's starting to drink it a bit faster than he probably should, but he feels he has something to prove.]

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[And this is day six...or eight...somewhere in there, of Horst's binge. He's in no state to be a responsible parent and intervene.]

Yes, I heard about him. Apparently he's out to kill the shinigami.

[exarmatio]

Something like that. And no one's gonna let anyone else help.

[He kind of... slides to his rear on the rooftop, bottle still in hand. This stuff is pretty good, really.]

... how much do I need to drink?

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

They know him. They'll be all right.

[He ruffles Negi's hair]

Drink it all! That's why it's there.

[exarmatio]

... all of it? Can I drink that much?

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

I dare you!

[Father of the Year, right here.

But in his defense it's a mixed drink and it's only 16 ounces.]

[exarmatio]

[At the same time, Negi is in the body of a twelve year old. Which means his metabolism is that of a twelve year old.

... even so--]

Okay, I can do it!

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

[Horst salutes him with his own bottle]

Go, go! Drink!

[exarmatio]

[And he... gets 3/4 of the way through the bottle before he stops drinking and just. Stares at the label.]

... I don't feel anything.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Sure you do. Stand up.

[exarmatio]

[And he tries! But it more ends up in a poor excuse for standing, as he rises halfway and makes a mad grab for the wall behind him.]

... oh.

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

See?

[exarmatio]

I can't-- I can't go home like this...

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Why not? The worst they say is 'you're drunk'. But you should be, with this event.

[exarmatio]

N-no, I can't-- fly like this.

[But oh, Al was going to kill him for this.]

[ahandsomedevil.livejournal.com]

Who said anything about flying? We'll walk!

[He'll walk Negi home, it's only fair.]

[exarmatio]

... Okay. I can walk.

[Spoiler: Not very well.]