[ Brig laughs. He now knows why that feeling of comfortable familiarity was exuding from these two. ] Sorry. Habit and training.
[ He wades over to the big sake bottles lined up on the edge of the pool and tosses them one each and takes one for his own. The smile of abandon in fun comes back to his face. Sometimes, after a sortie back in the 1940s, they all just went home and drank. Just because. ] You're right. Fuck that, DRINKEY-DRINKEY! [ He feels it appropriate after hearing them shout FIGHTEY-FIGHTEY a lot in the Shatterdome before. He starts to chug his bottle straight. ]
Re: ...Sorry, Brig.
[ He wades over to the big sake bottles lined up on the edge of the pool and tosses them one each and takes one for his own. The smile of abandon in fun comes back to his face. Sometimes, after a sortie back in the 1940s, they all just went home and drank. Just because. ] You're right. Fuck that, DRINKEY-DRINKEY! [ He feels it appropriate after hearing them shout FIGHTEY-FIGHTEY a lot in the Shatterdome before. He starts to chug his bottle straight. ]