AFTERPARTY III: Never Have I Ever Been Quite This Drunk

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[There's absolutely nothing celebratory about this drinking party. "Party" isn't even the right word, not really-- it's more like a "drink until you forget and/or black out" session for anyone who wants to participate, and even the bartender isn't immune from that much. Please forgive him if your drink isn't mixed quite right; he's trying his best under the circumstances.

There's food, too, if anyone wants to attempt to stave off a hangover tomorrow, or just get something in their stomach after the events of the day: stirfry from Makoto, vegetable soup from Nageki (mediocre, but hey, a genuine effort was made and that's what counts), and some tea for those who would rather abstain from the harder stuff. (Is that even many people tonight? Probably not.)

Come on by the bar if you're hungry or want a drink, or even if you just don't want to be alone right now. That much, at least, is something that can be guaranteed tonight.]

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[hellochildren]

[Somehow the parrot is able to fly long enough to land in front of Yeager.]

I beliebe-believe I owe you ant-an apology, Herr Yeager. For severl-several reasons.

[scythegun]

[Oh my, this is kind of cute...]

It seems someone already helped you get a drink! But please, go ahead.

[He gestures; he's listening!]

[hellochildren]

It vic-vill cost a pretty penny, but I don't care right now.

[He will work it our in the future...probably...]

Forger hat me convinshet-convinced it had been you or Herr Moriarty zat had committed Gin Ichimaru's turder-murder. I had even consitterd-considered suggesting as much, if a future case seemet unlikely to end vis a caught culpris-culprit.

It vas my mistake, ant I veget-regret it.

[Despite the tipsiness spilling into his voice, his tone seems to suggest he's being honest, at least.]

[scythegun]

I can understand why I seem suspicious, and I'm not one to shy away from it. I will always be this way.

[It's a bit of a weird assertion, but that's Yeager for you.]

I understand that we only can take each other at our word, and we can only use the evidence we find and the profiles as a guide for finding the killer. But I think by now we've proven beyond a shadow of a doubt that casting concerns on each other for who is suspicious has done us little good.

I do appreciate the apology, truly. I understand that we're all doing our best with what little we have. But let's try to keep that in mind for the future, ja~?

[Because so far, Zola's the only suspicious person who actually killed anyone here. That doesn't mean it will always be like that, but suspicion means nothing when people as well-loved as Yor can get away with murder because no one stops to question her.]

[hellochildren]

I woot-woult say zat my doubts veren't born from your genial-general attitude and instead ozer details - but at zat point, it is meely-merely making excuses.

[And he has no interest in just spouting off excuses.]

Ja. I vitt-vill sink-zink-think more clearly from now on.

[So much slurring through his words. He sounds like a philistine...]

[scythegun]

Might need to wait until you're a little more sober for that one, but I certainly do appreciate it!

[He inclines his head a bit at that, then.]

So here's hoping we manage to succeed next time as well, ja?

[hellochildren]

Zat woult be fise-vise-wise, yes.

[Already his head is pounding. Saturday will not be fun for this little birdie...]

Ve vill. Zere fill-vill be no more mistakes. No more sacrafishes-sacrafices of innocent people.

No...no more repeats of Frau SQ.

[And in an instant, the wasted bird's mood seems to turn even more sour somehow.]

[scythegun]

[It gets a soft exhale that's almost a laugh from him.]

Ja. She didn't deserve that.

[For many reasons. For so many more reasons than he's comfortable thinking about.]

We came uncomfortably close today, but William lives and I'm sure he'll come out of his room eventually. So let's see if we can do better next time!

[hellochildren]

[The former statement only gets a nod from the parrot, as he stares at the table he sits upon.

The second one seems to wake him from his stupor, at least.]

Yes, very nearly. I-ve can only hobe-hope he feels himself aken-again sooner, raser zen later.

Ant yes, zat next time vill be bedder-better.

[Because even in an inebriated state, he knows this won't be the end of things, unfortunately.]

[scythegun]

He certainly isn't going to be pleased with the rest of us, but I think that's understandable.

[It's such a mood.]

Regardless, I'm sure we'll need his insights next time, so hopefully he doesn't hate us so much he'll be unwilling to help!

[Or you know. Running off to do his own murder.]

[hellochildren]

It woult be more zurpising-surprising if he was not upset.

[He knows he'd be pissed off if he was nearly killed for a murder he didn't commit. Or one he did commit. Or-really, he just doesn't want to risk his life in this situation.]

I am shoer-sure he vill come to terms evenshually-eventually. He is not ze kient-kind of person to abandon a goot myserty-mystery, I believe.

...zough, I have been wrong before, so ve vill haft-have to see.

[scythegun]

I do think he'd get quite annoyed with those of us who aren't any good at solving mysteries trying to figure things out on our own...

[Ah, that's the solution. Just fuck up mystery-solving so bad that William has to do it himself!! Genius.]

But ja, ja, you're right of course. We'll see how he's doing soon enough, I'd imagine!

[hellochildren]

I can just imashin-imagine. Having to ficure-figure out a murder vith only ze less intelligent of us...

[A surprisingly efficient disaster, he would say. Not that he's ever going to think that again.]

I expect mainvy-mainly zoughs of us zat voted for him shoolt-shoult apologize. I plan to, at least, for nearly dosing-doing so.

[He actually feels thankful he didn't get that vote in on time. He doesn't expect that to ever happen again.]

[scythegun]

Ja, I'm sure he'd appreciate it. It certainly can't hurt for us to try to make amends... at least before the next time we turn on each other in a heartbeat.

[That's how these trials go and he doesn't sound angry or bitter about it. That's just how it is.]

[hellochildren]

To bevair-be fair, zat is more or less how trials vork, itseems-it seems.

[Yeah, he's just as aware of that. He doesn't like it, but he's aware, and that he'll probably be accused at some point.

But again, that doesn't mean he'll be happy about it. Or, I guess, be neutral about it.]