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[judgementor]

[Maybe Steak is only counting the physical fights. Red Wine has his own mental tally of how many times he has managed to drink Steak under the table.

Red Wine sinks easily into the first glass of wine, and the second, and the third. He takes the initiative in going for a second bottle, and keeps the both of them topped off as they work their way through it.]

Hmm... did I really wake you?

[battlebound]

( Steak isn't a slouch in the drinking department, but nor is he the literal spirit of booze, so, you know, it's not a fair comparison. Red Wine will always have an advantage there. But so far? Steak is keeping up nicely, the barest sensation only beginning to peek through as they work their way into bottle two. )

What do you think?

( It's said with a gesture to his eyes, which are still puffy from the lack of sleep, and the tousled hair... well, Steak's hair has never been particularly neat or orderly. )

[judgementor]

[He gives Steak's hair a long, lingering look. His wine-red eyes settle on the tousled almost-curls for longer than is entirely necessary, then he smiles a small, subtle smile.]

I think you need to learn to tell the difference between a home invader, and someone making a cup of tea to help them sleep.

[Red Wine swirls the liquid in his glass idly, and takes another sip. It's not awful. Not 'good', but not awful.]

[battlebound]

( Steak, despite what Red Wine (and Steak's player) might say, is not an idiot. He's a skilled fighter with a myriad of other strengths. Unfortunately, when it comes to Red Wine, Steak can be somewhat blinded by tradition and irritation. He misses the smile, his lips to his glass, and bristles at the comment instead.

Hmph! )

What if they were raiding the kitchen!

( Steak... is that... is that really what we're going with? Yes? ... Okay. )

[judgementor]

And what if they were? [Red Wine replies lazily, smiling in that infurating way that he does when there's something he isn't saying, but he doesn't think Steak deserves to not have to struggle to figure it out.

Is that really what Steak is going with?]

What would you do about it?

[battlebound]

( This is supposed to be an easy drink, a way to relax in the face of what is clearly poor sleeping, but nothing is ever relaxing when it comes to them. Perhaps it's a good thing they're at least bickering in the quiet of their own home rather than in the public of the city, but still...

A less than dignified growl of frustration leaves Steak's throat, glowering at Red Wine and that smug, asshole smile he loves to wear. )

I can handle a few thugs.

( What do you think he would do about it, Red Wine? )