That's the spirit. Eternity is in love with the productions of time. ( if you thought you could escape the poetry quotes, well, then you were a fool. )
You're the professional, my dear, loud-mouthed friend. If alcoholic confections will get me where you want me to be, to perhaps stomach one or two whole beers for you so that you might drink with company and to fit in by your standard, then I must do what it will take. ( in reality, v has incredibly low expectations for this entire experiment. in the end, the truth stands that one can only live once, and while v is here, he might as well make the most of what he can.
also, he really is curious over whether he truly can build up a tolerance...he would be very impressed with himself. )
I had the feeling that you had something nefarious planned.
Oh, of course not, Niven. I wouldn't want to get the wrong impression.
Entirely unrelated, then: when do you plan on getting me embarrassingly drunk? ( refer to icon for the smarmy smile on v's face right now. )
ye whit [ Your poetry quotes are wasted on this uncultured trashfire of a man, V. ]
ah like how 'professional' is the new codeword fae 'heavy drinker'. tha's no bad. an' if by getting ye where ah want ye tae be, ye mean 'tolerable' then ah guess tha's where this is goin, aye.[ Niven's own expectations aren't much higher in comparison. But at the very least, he can sit back and laugh at this attempt to build an alcohol tolerance as V will inevitably get off his face while Niven's barely working on a buzz. Drunk people are hilarious, after all. ]
'nefarious' is such ah strong word. consider it ah rite ay passage. yev got tae try Bucky at least once.
aye. guid.
[ Shite. He can't just say he's going to do something and then not do it, can he? He'll be called out for being all talk and he can't have that. But then, committing to something. SIGH. (Also, go fuck yourself with that smarmy smile, V.) ]
ahll keep yer posted. mebbe when yer less annoyin. an' out ay principle am gonny drink alone this time.
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You're the professional, my dear, loud-mouthed friend. If alcoholic confections will get me where you want me to be, to perhaps stomach one or two whole beers for you so that you might drink with company and to fit in by your standard, then I must do what it will take. ( in reality, v has incredibly low expectations for this entire experiment. in the end, the truth stands that one can only live once, and while v is here, he might as well make the most of what he can.
also, he really is curious over whether he truly can build up a tolerance...he would be very impressed with himself. )
I had the feeling that you had something nefarious planned.
Oh, of course not, Niven. I wouldn't want to get the wrong impression.
Entirely unrelated, then: when do you plan on getting me embarrassingly drunk? ( refer to icon for the smarmy smile on v's face right now. )
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ah like how 'professional' is the new codeword fae 'heavy drinker'. tha's no bad. an' if by getting ye where ah want ye tae be, ye mean 'tolerable' then ah guess tha's where this is goin, aye.[ Niven's own expectations aren't much higher in comparison. But at the very least, he can sit back and laugh at this attempt to build an alcohol tolerance as V will inevitably get off his face while Niven's barely working on a buzz. Drunk people are hilarious, after all. ]
'nefarious' is such ah strong word. consider it ah rite ay passage. yev got tae try Bucky at least once.
aye. guid.
[ Shite. He can't just say he's going to do something and then not do it, can he? He'll be called out for being all talk and he can't have that. But then, committing to something. SIGH. (Also, go fuck yourself with that smarmy smile, V.) ]
ahll keep yer posted. mebbe when yer less annoyin. an' out ay principle am gonny drink alone this time.