second war | text

[rues]

[ just for the record, america and clarisse should never, ever be allowed to hang out. seriously. they hit it off way too well for someone of clarisse's, er, disposition. but, come on, he has fucking raptors and he indulges her in her obsession with guns and shooting things. it's like a match made in a monthly subscription of guns & ammo.

tonight they aren't shooting anything, though. tonight they are getting wasted off their asses because clarisse still isn't allowed in the bar and america has moonshine in his bathtub and with the nightmares clarisse keeps having and the guilt that keeps eating away at her, she could really use a few drinks. she probably could just get a bottle of jack from the magic closet, but, you know, drinking by yourself is sad and lame. and clarisse is neither sad nor lame. she just wants to have a good time with the good ole united states of america.

but getting clarisse drunk is only asking for trouble. it's a good thing she can hold her own against giant metal bulls and ancient drakons, because, well... you'll all be getting a very drunken text about her newest victory. ]

I think i jsut punchd a raptro in t he face and survived

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[truesight]

Ho-ly Hera in a halfshell. Clarisse.

[ she's kind of laughing, kind of wincing. ]

Are you sure you punched the raptor and not the guy that's crying over there?

[rues]

[ she looks a little indignant that rachel is suggesting she punched anything other than a raptor. why would she punch america. (why wouldn't she punch america.) but no. she definitely punched the raptor. ]

Who, America? Naw, I'm not that drunk. [ drunk enough to punch raptors, but not countries, obviously. ] I down another bottle and then I might start picking fights with people I actually like. [ did you hear that rachel? she actually likes people! you may or may not be on that list. ]

[truesight]

[ she knows better than to point out the obvious for the sake of calling her out on that, in this instance at least. Rachel's not beyond the OOO YOU SAID IT AND I WON'T LET YOU FORGET IT tactics, but maaaybe not about this. not until she's sober, at least ]

You're friends with someone who calls himself America? [ a beat ] Nevermind, maybe that does make sense. But please don't down another bottle, that- seems excessive.

[rues]

[ yes, rachel, as someone with an affiliation to the gods, the america concept really shouldn't be hard to grasp. but she's way too drunk to explain shit right now. ]

Yeah, America. Don't fuckin' ask me how I got to be friends with a country. [ but he shares her enthusiasm for shooting things, how could they not be friends. ] Don't get your panties in a twist, Oracle Girl, doubt I got the stomach for another bottle, anyway. [ she may be able to hold her liquor, but not that much liquor. ]