[Little by little, Andersen is beginning to come out of his shell. It's taken him a while to feel comfortable walking the streets of Aefenglom by himself, for him not to jump at shadows. He makes a wide berth around the Black Market, nowadays, and sticks to places that are visible and heavily populated. Eventually, he gains enough guts to go back to one of his favorite taverns.
The keep recognizes him on sight and, despite his young appearance, allows him in with a warm welcome. It doesn't take long for Andersen to gorge himself on the menu -- he quickly builds up a pile of seven empty mugs in front of him -- and has remained unusually quiet throughout his stay. He just wants to drink and forget for a little while.
Andersen raises a hand to flag down the bartender.]
[Well. That whole business with the outpost sucked. A lot? A lot. If Qrow were the type to take depression naps, he would be doing that right about now. But instead, Qrow depression drinks. Hence, here he is, getting ready to go deep into a personal pity party of feeling like shit about the rot in that forest and the toll he saw it take on the people trying to fix it, about the ghosts, about the stupid fangs now poking through his gums and making his whole mouth hurt like hell. Initially, Andersen's mugs are just treated to a raised eyebrow, because that's certainly the mark of someone in his very soggy, miserable boat, isn't it. But then he actually sees Andersen, and then both eyebrows are launched skyward and he's striding forward, covering the newest mug with his hand, like an absolute bastard that doesn't know how to mind his own business -- and yet is apparently?? having to be the responsible adult here???? This is the worst, he wants a refund and he hasn't even bought anything yet.]
Sooo, what's going on here?
[Directed equally at Andersen and the barkeep. He's not exactly anyone's definition of a good influence but are we for real here. What is this kid, twelve?]
[The barkeep seems to have anticipated the question, given how his client looks. He opts for a stony silence and to turn away, busying himself with cleaning more mugs. Andersen, who senses that he has company, faces the newcomer and sizes him up with a bleary squint.]
What does it look like, you bum?
[He hears that judgemental tone! Don't think he doesn't!]
Are you going to buy me another drink or are you going to lecture me? Because if it's the second, I'll pay you to go away.
It looks like a kid making a bad decision, and everyone else turning a blind eye.
[And bad decisions are his brand, god. Don't muscle in on his disaster bird territory!!! He flops his ass down on the chair next to Andersen, as though considering drinking what's in the glass himself. He taps on the rim of the glass.]
[Kid -- that gets a loud snort from Andersen. The look he gives Qrow isn't a kind one. It's smug and haughty, and he scoots his drink away from the man's grasp.]
Oh? Are you challenging me?
[He's ready to try and drink you under the table, bro.]
Hm. You get to be as insufferable as you like. How is that for a prize?
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The keep recognizes him on sight and, despite his young appearance, allows him in with a warm welcome. It doesn't take long for Andersen to gorge himself on the menu -- he quickly builds up a pile of seven empty mugs in front of him -- and has remained unusually quiet throughout his stay. He just wants to drink and forget for a little while.
Andersen raises a hand to flag down the bartender.]
Hey... bring another mug over...
[He's slurring his words, good god.]
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Sooo, what's going on here?
[Directed equally at Andersen and the barkeep. He's not exactly anyone's definition of a good influence but are we for real here. What is this kid, twelve?]
no subject
What does it look like, you bum?
[He hears that judgemental tone! Don't think he doesn't!]
Are you going to buy me another drink or are you going to lecture me? Because if it's the second, I'll pay you to go away.
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[And bad decisions are his brand, god. Don't muscle in on his disaster bird territory!!! He flops his ass down on the chair next to Andersen, as though considering drinking what's in the glass himself. He taps on the rim of the glass.]
What do I win?
[Someone's in peak asshole form today.]
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Oh? Are you challenging me?
[He's ready to try and drink you under the table, bro.]
Hm. You get to be as insufferable as you like. How is that for a prize?