walks in the bar, intending to get drunk.

not intending to get drunk, seeing that it's kind of dangerous in her situation.

not been drunk once since he got here! He's going to get wasted.

it'd be best for him to keep it to himself, because she's enjoying this chicken as a man thank you very much.

completely disregards that, taking a seat next to her with a few glasses.

eyes him, or the glasses, rather. "I hope you're not planning on drinking all of those at once. Near me."

totally lining them up so he can drink them as fast as he can. He pauses, raising an eyebrow at her. "...why not?"

takes a drink of her

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*water*, "because I'd rather not have you proclaiming my gender throughout the entire restaurant.

rolls his eyes. "Like people would listen to a drunk person when they say someone who looks like a guy is a girl."

sighs. Of course he's already decided on getting drunk. "If you do something stupid and/or pass out, I will not help you like I did last--

time."

snickers. "We'll see about that~" And with that, takes the first glass and proceeds to down it.

glares. Great, so he's already decided on pulling stupid stunts, too. She shakes her head, and continues to finish her dinner, hoping to--

ignore the soon to be inebriated albino.

clinks his glass on the counter, raising an eyebrow at her, reaching for another glass. "So, you and Roderich, huh?"

looks up from her chicken. "Hmm? What about Roderich and I?"

shrugs, drinking his beer. "I dunno. What *about* you and Roderich?"

raises an eyebrow. "He's the captain? I'm the co-captain? He's my boss, for the most part?"

waves that off. "Sure, sure. But are you guys like, together?"

almost chokes on the chicken, turning a bit pink. She somehow is still able to swallow the chicken without suffocating herself, at least. --

"He doesn't even *know* I'm..." she doesn't finish, seeing that it's a public place, but that should be enough of an explanation.

shrugs, waving that off. "So? He could be gay."

laughs. "I think he has more going for his pianos than any actual human being."

grabs another drink. "Yeah, but you've been working with him for how long? You'd think he'd ask you out by now or something."

shakes her head. "We're more close friends, but it's still a business-based relationship. He doesn't seem like the person to ask out a--

coworker, anyways."

shrugs. "Maybe he will when he finds out you're a girl!"

glares at him. "I'd rather he didn't, and I don't tend to think of my bosses like that. It's kind of part of being a crossdresser."

waves a hand, grabbing yet another drink. "Fine, fine, whatever~ *IF* he found out you're a girl, then."

leans back, having finished her meal. "Why are you so concerned about this, anyways?" She asks with a superior smirk.

shrugs. "Dunno, just curious~"

rolls her eyes. "Since you're so curious, no, I'm not looking, and I doubt, in my situation, I ever will be."

waves a hand. "Come on. You're a pretty girl, shouldn't you be looking for someone?" He doesn't seem to realize he called her

pretty, and reaches for another drink.

blinks, and then laughs. "Pretty wasn't exactly what I was aiming for."

shrugs. "You weren't bad looking at the dance. Or, well, you *would* have been, if it hadn't been

for that insane mask." He laughs, downing his drink. He's definitely on his way to drunkenness.

shakes her head. "Well, I was trying to hide my face, as were you, I'm sure." She eyes the empty glasses and is about to protest before

remembering what he is.

snorts. "At least I didn't have *beads* all over my face!" He laughs.

raises an eyebrow. "At least I didn't have ugly all over my face."

snorts. "My hair was dyed! And the mask was a servent's." He grabs another beer, offering her one.

waves her hand. "I don't drink, and I wasn't talking about the mask, or your hair."

shrugs. "More for me!" And downs his drink.

how far gone he was to miss her insult, and is a little disappointed.

getting there~ He grabs another drink, before turning and looking her up and down. "...so, do you like...bind your chest or something...?"

nods. "It's sometimes harder to breath, but I'm used to it by now."

raises an eyebrow at her. "...from what I remember your boobs were pretty damn *big*."

doesn't really know whether to take this as a compliment or not, seeing that men are... men. "I'm used to binding them? You just have to--

know how to do it right."

definitely thinks she should take it as a compliment. Because, like, they were some really nice looking boobs.

... still isn't sure what to take this as, but blushes, at least out of being flustered. "Er, thanks? Can't really show 'em though, sorry."

frowns. "You should be a girl more often!" He says, grabbing yet another drink.

shakes her head. "Not until I'm too old to keep this going. Then maybe I will, but my boobs might be saggier." She laughs.

makes a face. "Ew."

fidgets. She's not exactly sure what she's doing anymore, seeing that she's finished with her meal. "At least you don't have to fake it."

shrugs. "Don't need to fake it. Dunno why *your* faking it, either."

it's because she'd like to be able to a get an easy, well-paying job.

she could get an easy well paying job as a girl. Run a bakery or something.

she'd rather not have a stereotypical job, and do what she likes without boundaries.

snorts. "You said you wanted something easy."

frowns. "Something easy, but... well, I'd just like to be able to do whatever job I feel like. Therefore, I'm Elias."

snorts before pausing. "...What's your *real* name, then?"

smirks. "Like I'm telling you that."

frowns. "Come on! I've told you about me!"

leans back. "Kind of? You didn't really try to hide it."

shrugs. "And? I don't have anything to hide~" He leans closer to her. "What do you have to hide?"

deadpans with, "boobs, apparently."

points out that they are *nice* boobs.

smiles? "Th-thanks, I guess." She had never gotten compliments like that before so she was still a little awkward with them. "Are you drunk-

enough yet?"

totally didn't just completely avoid answering the question.

doesn't notice. Lucky for you. He laughs, shaking his head. "Never!" and grabs another few drinks.

sighs and stands up. "Have fun with yourself, then."

blinks up at her. "Wait...you're leaving?"

looks down at him. "Well, yeah. I came here to eat, not drink."

frowns. "Aww, come on! Have a drink! It'll be fun!"

shakes her head. "It's a little dangerous, for me."

waves his hand. "You'll be fiiiiiiiine~"

doubts that. "Last time, it ended with you figuring out my gender. I'd rather not replay that instance with everyone here."

shrugs. "No one here *knows* you! You'll be fiiiiine~"

bites her lip. "Well..." She looks around. "Only if you pay."

rolls his eyes. "Fine, fine, take a seat!" He stumbles out of his own chair to go get more drinks.

secretly hopes he falls while attempting to walk, though, then again, it wasn't that much of a secret.

does not though--he's a pirate, he's mastered the art of drunken walking.

somewhat disappointed, yet amused by the drunk-walk at the same time.

hands her a few drinks, grinning at her, and sits next to her happily.

takes one and sniffs at it before making a face. "This stuff smells like shit. How can you drink it?"

rolls his eyes dramatically. " 'sjust because you haven't tried it yet!"

tentatively takes the first sip, still making a face. She examines it, and then takes another one. "Not as good as vodka but I'll make due."

rolls his eyes. "Vodka's disgusting."

points out that he put vodka in the punch bowl, so he shouldn't be saying anything. She continues to drink, despite it, since he bought it-

anyways.

can still think it's gross even though he spiked the drinks.

he wasted good vodka on the party, but was amused, nonetheless.

glad she was amused! Seeing as that was the point--to get everyone drunk and to laugh at them.

kind of wishes Roderich would have gotten drunk instead of being a womanizer for the dance they had together. :I

can't help but laugh. "Roderich's a *womanizer*?!"

takes a somewhat bigger drink. "Yeah. Or, well, he at least gave his opinion on how women should stay in the house. He made that *very* --

clear."

laughs harder. He can't even imagine Elias working in a kitchen all day. Not without a gun.

would *not* work in a kitchen all day, which is probably why she'd lose her job if Roderich found out she was involved in the piano-fiasco.