4th Gumball - Phone/Action

[connedviakeyboard]

[Well, someone isn't happy now that he's back to normal and away from the effects mint has on him. To say he was embarrassed would be putting it lightly; Benson was out and out ashamed. And he dealt with shame the way he dealt with everything else: by being angry as hell and trying to bottle it up.

Either way? He owed some apologies to people.]

[Phone]

...Look. I know that there were a few people I might've been...uncouth towards, a few days ago. Okay. I guess that's putting it lightly. I was acting like an asshole. And I'm sorry. That's not what I'm usually like. It really, really isn't, and I don't know what came over me. It won't happen again.

[Phone - Filtered to Mordecai]

Yeah, hi.

Let's pretend Valentine's Day didn't happen, alright?

[Action - Outside 507 Ricardo Street]

[If you're going by Ricardo Street today, feel free to notice the man who lives at 507 removing every single potted plant he could find in the house, hell, everything that could conceivably be called vegetable matter, and placing it on the sidewalk. Watch in amazement as he takes out a lighter and proceeds to try and get the plants to catch flame, running back a bit when the fire actually gets started.

He's just going to wait, and watch, as every plant that had previously been in his house burns.]

Comments

[connedviakeyboard]

[Benson just shrugs, putting the car into drive as they head out into the town.]

...You think we'll get a break soon? I mean the last two events happened pretty close to each other.

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

I would hope so. There aren't many major holidays in the spring.

[connedviakeyboard]

Far as we know. This town might be the kind of place where it'd decided some small regional holiday could be enough. Who knows.

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

Don't give them ideas. The last thing we need to see are decorations for "Mayfield Day" or some other such nonsense.

[connedviakeyboard]

I'm pretty sure it's going to happen eventually anyway. If they need excuses, they'll make them.

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

Of course they will. For now, though, things appear to have slowed down once more. Let's use this to our advantage.

[connedviakeyboard]

...Is there any way to make it a real advantage though? Don't mean to whine but they seem kind of, you know.

Omnipotent.

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

They won't be for much longer. Not on my watch.

[connedviakeyboard]

Okay, as cool as that sounds?

You know life isn't an action movie, right?

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

Hmph. Of course it isn't. I've never much cared for fiction.

[connedviakeyboard]

I dunno. Some stories are alright. Most are baloney now. But I mean-

Have you ever gotten the weird feeling like you aren't in real life? That it seems like things are normal, but then sometimes something just happens that makes you think it couldn't possibly be real?

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

[Well, let's see. Over the last couple of months, Shadow's attempted to destroy the world, actually blew up half the moon, fell to earth only to find himself with complete amnesia, questioned his identity, defeated an entire race of alien invaders (the overlord of whom is technically something of a biological father of his), and went on a mad time-travelling adventure to defeat an evil entity that threatened to destroy all of time and space as we know it.]

...I've learned to stop asking myself those kinds of questions a long time ago. Whatever happens? Happens.

[connedviakeyboard]

Eh. Good enough, I guess.

[And he'll be parking the car as they arrive at the bar.]

Alright, here. I'll buy the first round. Whatcha' want?

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

Whatever you're having.

[As Shadow is very inexperienced when it comes to matters of alcohol.]

[connedviakeyboard]

[And Benson will just shrug once more. Doesn't really matter to him, after all.

Once inside, he'll decide to go simple for the night and just order a beer for himself and Shadow.]

....You know? The bar isn't too bad, in comparison to some of the other stores here.

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

I've seen worse.

[It's a somewhat accurate statement. Club Rouge, despite his friendship with its owner, is not always one of Shadow's favorite places to be. The Night Babylon crowd can be rather obnoxious rather quickly.

They're served their beers in short order and Shadow takes his mug in hand, sniffing almost experimentally. Smells somewhat bitter. Fitting, given his disposition.]

[connedviakeyboard]

[Benson takes a drink of his beer, just staring at it for a minute. Frowning.]

I wonder if they water it down here.

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

[Watered down. Meaning that perhaps the alcoholic content must not be as strong. Hearing that, at least, is enough for Shadow to take his first drink.]

...

[He's quiet at first. But from the look on his face, it's unclear as to whether he likes it or not. He's still deciding.]

[connedviakeyboard]

[Benson just watches Shadow drink for a moment, and then chuckles a little.]

Heh. Crap like this probably isn't anything for you. You want me to get you something stronger?

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

[Stronger was probably the right word to say. It sounds almost like a challenge. Shadow smirks.]

If you'd be so kind.

[connedviakeyboard]

[Alright then. Going to go ahead and order you a tumbler of whiskey Shadow.]

That better?

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

[Unfortunately, Shadow winds up taking too heavy a swig, gulping it down his throat and coughing almost immediately after. He's quick to steady himself, though, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before glancing up at Benson. It's incredibly bitter, but there's no challenge Shadow can't face.]

Much.

[connedviakeyboard]

[Jesus. He knew you were a tough guy. Whiskey was something Benson couldn't do too often himself, so he's pretty impressed, especially since he's just been nursing his own beer.]

Jeez. I bet. So is whiskey what you usually drink, or...?

[thegoddamnhedgehog]

No.

[He takes another drink. The whiskey still burns his throat going down but it doesn't feel quite as strong as the first. Benson seems to think of Shadow as a "tough guy," though. Right? Far be it from Shadow to tear that image down.]

...Not usually. What do you find yourself drinking most often?

[This totally isn't a way for Shadow to do a little bit of info-digging, no.]

[connedviakeyboard]

Me?

[Benson swirls his beer around a bit before finishing it off.]

Well, I don't really drink that often. Mainly I stick to beer. Sometimes whiskey or scotch. I don't really do that much exploring or anything. Hell, I never even really drank all that much in college or anything.