(july catch-all) oh, the misery

[mindthebass]

Who ⬤ shin(ichi okazaki) and you??
What ⬤ honestly, a lot. drug buying, learning how to fire a gun, playing music solo for the first time, the wax museum, and probably more to be added. two closed prompts as well!
When ⬤ july!
Where ⬤ tamamo, sutoku and shuten territories.
Content Warnings ⬤ drugs, first and foremost, there's a bender in here. sex is a topic that comes up in the songs he'll play, and it's shin, so honestly, his cws might apply.

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[horrifictie]

Hey! [ He calls out to the bartender, a bulky red lizard with four arms. ] Two shots of Tequila - whatever's cheapest!

[ The bartender hisses (RHETORIC - He's got you) and a minute later the shots are poured out in front of them. ]

Ok you first lil man. See how you like it.

[mindthebass]

(... so he'll have premium coke on him, but order shit booze? we see you, harry.

the shot is downed with little to no reaction from shin other than a scrunched nose that accompanies a smile, another round on the youngester.)

Tastes like perfume...

(NOT THAT HE HAS DRUNK PERFUME. HE HASN'T REACHED THAT LOW.)

[horrifictie]

[ LOGIC - It does?
PERCEPTION (TASTE) - Not really. You drank perfume once, because why not, and it's not like this at all. ]

Hm. Maybe you're a little tougher than I thought. Think you can take a fireball?

[mindthebass]

(what the fuck is wrong with you)

What's a fireball?

[horrifictie]

[ A heavy snort: ]

pFFhah! He doesn't know. [ Harry bangs the counter with his palm, a hearty laugh. ] He doesn't know! He doesn't know what a fireball is! He! Doesn't! Know!

[ Accompanied by another few slaps on the counter, before waving his hand at the bartender again. ]

Two fireballs! Bring 'em out.

[mindthebass]

OF COURSE HE DOESN'T KNOW! He's been here for two months and he's from the past, be nice to him, what he ever do to you!

(where was the fireball craze in the early 2000s in tokyo?!?! either way, he's too curious, and completely dissociated himself from being 'him' at the moment. surely the boy who doesn't know what a fireball is is somewhere else, certainly.

he's even kneeling on his seat for a better look.)

[horrifictie]

Ohh boohoo. "I'm from the past!" - I'm from a post-war hellhole. You have no ground to stand on, kid.

[ The bartender ignores them both and fixes up the drink. It comes from a specially branded bottle that looks to be a type of whisky. Served straight in two shots, one for each man. ]

Take it in fast.

[ Harry grabs his and doesn't wait to throw it down the hatch. ]

[mindthebass]

... Post-war hellhole?

(don't just drop that and keep goi-- oh, love fast thinking, he's forgotten that already, seen that there are now drinks in front of them. he's not behind harry at all, valiantly downing the shot - and this time, there's a frown, his nose scrunched a little from the unexpected sweetness. he was expecting something more... wasabi? chilis? but what the hell, is that cinnamon? he's reaching for the bottle that the bartender left nearby.

his accent for english is predominantly British, with sweden present on every other word.)

"What you have here is smooth whisky with a fiery kick of red hot cinnamon. It tastes like heaven, burns like hell. What happens next is up to you..."

Why does this sound like - whatever shit you do, don't sue us?!

(AND WHY IS THAT SO FUNNY? it's shin's time to snort a little, hiding teeth behind his hand.)

[horrifictie]

[ And Harry is laughing too, a gleeful cackle bursting out straight from the heart. What a weird kid! He's funny. ]

Relax! You're in Hell. No one is gonna sue you. And even if they did, for what? They can't take anything from us they haven't already taken.

[mindthebass]

I don't think anyone will - also, wow, what a bummer. Some of us are glad to not be home right now, you know? I'm way better here.

(kind of. maybe. he's lying to himself. he just doesn't want to deal with the consequences of his own actions, thank you.)

[horrifictie]

Me too, kiddo. Me too.

[ Should he get another drink? Hm... he kind of wants to mess with the kid a little though. What can he do... ]

Hey, you said you wanted a bit of my grade right? I'll give you some but you need to do something for me.

[mindthebass]

I could, but you're really not my type, so I'm passing.

(he's serious.)

censored slur warning

[horrifictie]

What?

[ ENDURANCE - He's calling you a f*g, brother. ]

Hey! No, not that, what the fuck! [ Is he more offended that a minor said that, or that he got accused of being homo-sexual? Yes. ] I'll give you a snort if you down three tequila shots in a row without gagging.

[mindthebass]

(TECHNICALLY, he called both of them, but go off, king.)

... Up the offer.

(THE WONDERS OF BEING UNKNOWN.)

[horrifictie]

What do you mean 'up the offer' - you're the one who wanted to try it.

[mindthebass]

2 medium size lines, five shots without gagging.

(come on, man.)

[horrifictie]

[ RHETORIC - "Medium sized" is so vague a term that this actually works in your favor. ]

Fine. [ He waves at the bartender. ] Five tequila shots.

[mindthebass]

(and the order is placed. once the five tequila shots are served, glistening in front of his eyes, there's no hesitation. around the third, his expression does turn sour, but he does not gag. he refuses. REFUSES. the fifth goes down his throat and he coughs once he makes sure enough time has passed it isn't going to be grounds to dismiss his victory.)

Wow.

[horrifictie]

[ Owen Wilson voice: ] Wow.

[ He'll admit it, he's impressed. That is a lot to do at once even for a normal man and this kid is a kid! ]

Alright, you win. When do you want the hit?

[mindthebass]

Like twenty minutes, when all these hit. Hey-- Harry, right? It's Harry? Where are you from?

(tell him earth, please, he needs to diss the world.)