This brandy is deliriosu. ... wtf cant type
nngh sae doit for me but wrte justwaht i say ok??
You're such a lightweight.
/has had like. one glass.
What's that supposed to me, you (indecipherable adjective) fag?
*mean
Ha ha, absolutely *nothing*!
Nothing like (indecipherable insult).
(Sae: I'm doing my fucking best with what I'm given.)
Mundane would try to type but she cannot replicate that
I love you. You're so great, sir. I like the way you fight with... uh... the demons! Yeah.
It's really cool like-- pow! You know?
Thank you Ronald.
Have some more brandy. /shoves it over
/takes it. Pours himself a sloppy cup of it-- a lot sloshes onto the table.
All right!
Excellent.
/gulps it down like water
Your eyes... are... just like mine!
Obviously the first time Kid and Ronald talk after Id rape, Ronald should be intoxicated.
Sae: That would be pretty amazing.
Oh? Really now? My, Ronald, you are peceptive! /oh man he's getting such a kick out of this
They're-- did you know. Did you know they're..
They're *two* colors.
/holds up index fingers of both hands
I did not!
That's amazing!
/I'm sorry Ronald
I know! And we all wear glasses!
And... and you said that's *important*. Glasses.
We do. Such wonderful glasses.
Can I see yours? /reaching out for them
I...why do you want to see them?
/Debating downing some alcohol because. He's pretty sure he's going to need it.
Just to see them! I won't do anything, I promise! /if not stopped, he's removing them from William's face right now.
All right. /Pours a cup. Hands Ronald his glasses. Bottoms up.
/and he turns them over in his hands. Smiling idly. He removes his own and tries William on for size. Assumes a much more proper position.
*Late again, Mister Knox?* /very manly giggles
That isn't very funny. /Okay, maybe it was kind of funny and god, he's going to need a lot more booze.
/he picks up his own spectacles again and sets them on *William's* face
Now you do me.
/The last drink of alcohol was always the worst and boy, he's feeling his face flush now. Damn alcohol.
"Sorry I'm late! I had a rough night!" /chuckling
*Rough night?* Were you partying *again*? You know work is the most important thing *ever*. /peering at him all William-like
"Oh come on, William, lighten up! Take that stick out of your ass! It was just one night." /rolls his eyes
It's *every* night. And besides, I'm perfect in every way and I was on time. You should learn to be so. /adjusts his-- er, William's glasses
"I can't help that I'm so handsome that all the girls want to sleep with me, sir. Really now." /SIGHS
... That's true. You are very handsome. Here, have a raise. Have five raises!
/He's tipsy, so he'll laugh at that.
"Thanks, sir, I won't let you down. You're such an awesome boss!"
Ronald
is
that what you really think, Knox? Say it again. /reaching over and grasping lightly onto William's chin
/Leans in. Closer.
"What for? I already said it once."
I want to hear it again. /smirks-- very close
/Raises an eyebrow
"You're such an awesome boss, William T. Spears."
You're such a cute subordinate, Ronald Knox. /kisses his cheek
"Aw, William. You're so goddamn handsome." /asdflkjf. Drinks his brandy. Then. Ruffles Ronald's hair,
H-hey! I never ruffle your hair! /finishes up his shot and he's starting to pour a new one
Doesn't matter. /He can't...do this anymore. Room was spinning a bit.
Maybe you should get to bed, Mister Lightweight. /grin. Sips now-- no need to continue rushing
Speak for yourself, Ronald. /He's not dunk yet 8|
/and WTF YOU JUST /KISSED/ HIM
Mmm. I don't have to. You can speak for me. /nodnod. And they've done worse *without* alcohol involved.
Touche. /..That's very true, but Ronald is in no position to be calling anyone a lightweight
But come on. We're getting you to bed. /wobbles up to his feet. Reaches for William's wrist. ... Misses.
You can't even walk straight! /Laughing. Lifts up out of the chair and stumbles over to his coworker.
I'm walking just fine! /sort of walks right into William and now has his wrist! Walking him over to what he thinks is probably Will's bed.
Sure, sure you are. /That's not Will's bed, Ronald, that's *yours*. But whatever. Doesn't matter.
I'm not tired, it's not my *bedtime* yet.
We don't have to sleep. /grin. PUSH.
We can have a party!
You just told me I should go to bed though! /Dammit, make up your mind. And hey, that push is a no no. 8|
Fine, party, sure! Party!
/pushing onto the bed. Harder.
We should invite some more people. Maybe five.
What is this, an orgy? /Pulling down.
/landing awkwardly on top of him. More manly giggling.
No, no, a party!
Then who would you invite? /Oof. Squirms. Laughs.
All our friends! You know. Ciel-- Alois. Grell. Our friends! /squirms, too, because he fucking can
Yeah, okay Ronald. You can do the calling. I'll just be here. /And now he's plucking Ronald's glasses off.
/rolls off of William and onto his back. he turns his hand into a phone-- pinky the receiver at his mouth
Who first?
Uh. /He's thinking. Slowly. Friends. People.
Ciel, invite Ciel. He's not so bad. Doesn't piss me off, you know? You sure that phone's going to work?
It's going to work, it's going to work! /he presses his fingers as if they were buttons
Hello, I'd like to place a call to the Phantomhive residence. Yes. I can hold.
/covers the pink-receiver
The operator's connecting me.
It'll probably just go into voicemail. /rolls over. looks at the ceiling.
You think so? ... It is. All right, I'll leave a message. /he waits a bit
... Ciel Phantomhive... ... you're a total poof. /snickersnicker. Motion of hanging hand-phone up!
That was a good one. Too bad he can't come join this party, you know? It'd be fun. /snickers
All right, who next? We can't call Kid-- I'll get in trouble, but. Hnn.
What about...what abou--Hey, you should prank call Sebastian.
Oh! Oh, we should-- no. No. I got it. I'm going to-- we should call Faustus. /and he's wobbling back off the bed. On his feet.
He won't know! he doesn't have my number!
Okay. Call Claude. He won't even expect it! /laughing
All right. Don't ask how I got *his* number. /he got his number because phones auto-transfer them when near each other in Vegas. Which means
that Claude has *his*, too. Not that Ronald's thought that through. Calling him, though! Waiting for him to pick up.
/picks up
Hello?
... Is this Claude Faustus? /trying to hide his voice. it is obviously a drunken, slurring Ronald Knox.
... /might as well play along
Yes, it is. How may I help you?
/covers the receiver-- not very well. Claude should still be able to hear most of what he says.
William!
What should I say? He picked up!
/laughing in the background--oh
Uh. Uh. Oh! Ask him if his refrigerator is running! /cracking up wtf Will
/exhales patiently
/uncovers receiver
Ronald
is
your fridge running?
I don't own a refrigerator. My apologies.
/Still cracking up
... One moment.
/covering receiver again poorly
He said he doesn't have one.
Ask him--ask him--Oh! /grabs the phone
Spiderman! This is Batman! There's an BED INTRUDER in Gotham City! You need to get here quick!
/he knows who they are because he has built up a bit of a comic book collection in Vegas. Clearly, William has gotten into it.
/laughing hysterically
I understand the situation perfectly. Thank you, Bruce. Shall I join you right away?
Yes, please do, Peter! The sooner the better! /muffling his laughter with his hand
/takes the phone back
Oh no! It's got me! The bed intruder's here right now! Aaaaaaaa-- /hangs up.
Let me see...I do *believe* I remember the room number from the other night...
/hi5 tiemz, William?
/FUCK YEAH. HIGH FIVES. LIKE A BOSS
/and he's rolling on the bed. just. dying.
/stumbling over to the little table. Pouring two more shots and walking them over to the bed. Handing one to William.
We're-- *the funniest*, right? That was great.
/He's laughing so hard, it's scary really. He gladly takes the shotglass
We are. The best. Hey. I'll drink to that! /offering his shotglass up
/chinks it against his own. Downs half. It burns nice.
You don't think he knew it was us, yeah? I mean... he couldn't.
/Mmm. Slow burn. Delicious
Nah. We were incognito.
Remember that undercover mission from last year? /takes a seat back on the bed
Yeah, what about it? /Sets his glass down
You were the most *unconvincing* demon I ever saw.
So? Not like you were either. What demon has bright blonde hair, huh?
... One with style.
Right, right, yeah okay. Why are we talking about this? Look I could pass for a demon now.
You could not. /sipsipsips
Could too.
Could not.
Could make a better demon than you
Could not! I'd be much more... demony.
Oh whatever, could not
/with a bit of reaper magic-- why the fuck not?-- going to be closing his eyes and... opening them again. Red.
Could, *too*. /grin
Still not convincing.
/Well look at that, Will does the same thing. Then he takes his glasses off and smooths his hair back
Haha, you want to play hardball, okay.
/takes off his own glasses, stilling one side of the frames in the top of his shirt and-- he runs a hand up the back of his hair, starting
in the black portion and seemingly-- dragging up the color to pigment all that blonde.
/Ronald Knox with black hair. Interesting. William just laughs.
Fine fine, whatever, you homo. You make a better goddamn demon.
/it takes like ten years for him to find the kitchenette-- go into it. Return... with silverware
/he tosses a fork harmlessly in William directly-- it lands five feet to his left
Haha~! I'll be a butler of the Knox household!
Demons use knives, bro--
Yeah you uh. Do that.
... But there aren't any pedophilia victims in the Knox household... /wilt
................................
... hn... I guess I can't be the butler.
Just stick to being a reaper, Ronald, I mean seriously just. I mean but you kinda...
Your hair. Looks nice like that kinda.
Oh? You like the dark look, sir?
It's all right. /that translates to 'yes'
Haa. /puts his glasses back on, but keeps the rest of his 'demonic' essence in place.
/Scratches his head idly. the alcohol is wearing off a bit by now.
/Finds his glasses and slips them back on
The eyes, too? Is that it? /gesturing to those-- lulz-- blood-red irises
Nah, not the eyes. /Totally the eyes too.
/Though he is partial to the old reaper eyes, honestly
/Slumps on the bed. Closes his eyes for the moment. Woah. Spinny room.
So, demons. /walking over. Nudging at William to move over a bit when he lies down by him.
/Nghgnghg--shoves over
What about them? /He really needs more booze.
You like that sort of thing?
No, demons aren't my thing. All I said was that I liked your hair.
When it's black. Like a demon's.
My hair's black. Am I a demon?
It's dark brown-- like a William. /grin
Ronald. It's *black*.
It's *very* dark brown. /brushes his fingers through some of it
*Black* /For Christ's sake Ronald, he should know his hair's color--oh. That feels good.