[Why Travis has been allowed to consume alcohol, we just don't know-- but being both an emotional drunk and a complete lightweight are a terrible combination. He's currently resting his chin in his hands on the table, tapping the bottom of an upside-down and emptied glass...
[Mal really hates being the one to mop up this sort of mess, but given that it's Travis, nobody else is probably going to do it. Sighing, she slides into the seat across from him and kicks him under the table.]
for travis
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and chuckling to himself.
all alone.
great job, travis.]
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[Mal really hates being the one to mop up this sort of mess, but given that it's Travis, nobody else is probably going to do it. Sighing, she slides into the seat across from him and kicks him under the table.]
Something funny? [You little weirdo.]
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H-haha, I just-- [and then he actually slumps on the bar.]
Hey, Mal. If you're a vampire, how come I've seen you walk around during the day, huh? You're breaking vampire rules.
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They're not my rules. I don't have to follow anybody's rules but my own.
That's what you're laughing at? [WEIRDO.]
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Dunno which they are anymore, but-- Mal, do vampires get drunk? I never figured that one out. You still got a liver, right?
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I can get drunk like anyone. It just takes more, and quickly. Or else my body catches up and washes it out.
Do you want to get me drunk, Travis Touchdown?