[2D] - [Ace (temp form)]
"So anyway, that's why I think that bears should get at
least forty percent of the profits from any, uh, any sales of bear claws... s'like, copyright, yeah? It's like that. The pastries are delicious and bears are too big to make 'em, sure, but it's still
their claws..." 2D rambled as he ambled a few feet in front of Ace, talking loud enough to be heard, even if the new bassist wasn't particularly interested in listening. "Then again, I'm not quite sure what a bear would do with royalty checks. Maybe buy a nicer cave for winter. Or a few picnic baskets."
Ace glanced up at a shop as they begun to pass it, lowering his pointed shades to stare up at the sign. A hand shot out and grabbed the back of 2D's collar, making the frontman gag slightly before stumbling back enough to let up on the pressure. "Yo, 'D... let's get some drinks for after the show. I'm sick of the dishwater they have waitin' for us back there."
"We drink dishwater?" 2D asked, rubbing his neck and blinking vacantly at Ace. The latter grinned, nodding his head.
"Yeah, guess you didn't notice. C'mon--we can each pick out or favorites. The others didn't wanna come along, so they'll miss out," Ace said, looping an arm around 2D's shoulders and practically swinging the both of them inside the liquor store.
2D tapped his fingers together in a little pattern as he followed Ace through the aisles, looking at all the labels with so little thought on his face. Ace had already picked up three bottles of something 2D couldn't recognize--must be American--and was moving to pick up a forth. 2D suddenly gasped, darting over to a place on the wall. Ace's brows cocked with mild interest at what had caught the singer's attention. "Lookit!" he exclaimed, jamming a finger on a label of some Danish brand with a bear logo. "Somefin' bears could buy!"
"Somth--
what," Ace mumbled, his brows knitting together in the most genuine confusion he'd ever expressed. "Buy?"
"With their royalty checks!" 2D's expression was lit up like a sunbeam, and it was giving Ace a headache. And a weird happiness. In fact, he found himself grinning, and shaking his head with a kind of groaning sigh.
"You're a weirdo, 'D. Don't buy that brand, it's worse than dishwater," Ace chuckled, moving towards the front of the store to pay. In the end, 2D joined him with a sixpack of fruity island beers that he'd picked up because he thought the girl on the front was pretty--that, and it was the only one Ace hadn't turned away for being undrinkable.
Purchasing wrote:Elixir of Fertility [175 KS]
Emission Liquor [150 KS]
Generative Draught [75 KS]
Using Marketplace voucher [25 KS]
Total = 175 + 150 + 75 - 25 = 375 KS
[Paid; 375 KS
Actual total = 375 KS (Gen Draught = 50KS); voucher use not counted][Potion(s) recorded]