The drunk man snorted, ”No,” he replied with a snarky answer.

     The grown up man frowned like a baby had lost its toy. ”They don’t want me?”. He then rested his body on top of the counter. Legitimately sad of the thought that people did not want to have sex with him.

     ”Ughhhh,” the ungrateful man whined at his brother.

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    ”Yesss, that eyes on the guys thing.” he answered truthfully, though his words were more slurred than before. He drank more of the alcohol, his head tilted backwards to finish the whole content of the bottle. 

     Claude squinted his eyes at the other man, ”Pshh I’ll crash in a nearby hotel or something. If not I can always hook up with someone and crash at theirs,” he grinned at the second idea, while his head turned to look at the other guys in the bar. Looking for any potential hooker. The way he said it made it sound like it wasn’t his first time doing it though.

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    Claude picked one of peanuts and placed it in his mouth. He slowly crunched on it as he savoured the sweet nutty taste of it. Once he was done with that peanut he went for another one, constantly munching on it throughout the conversation. 

     ”Ahaha now it is the grossest thing you’ve said too!” he laughing at his own sentence. Clearly amused. He grinned at the question of confirmation, ”Hehe, yea,”. 

     His eyebrows raised at the revelation and his mouth formed a grin, ”Hey! What d’ya know, I like sucking dicks too.” he cheered while raising the bottle up, then proceeded to chug some of its contents down his throat. 

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    ”Ugh, whatever,” he said while brushing his brother’s hand away from his shoulder. 

     Claude took a while to process the question. He didn’t quite understand it, but he did understand the last line. He snickered, ”I bet you like to fuck with your hair,”. A laughter bursted out of him as he said that. he couldn’t contain his amusement as he laughed even more, holding his stomach as the laughters pained him a bit. 

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    Drunk Claude didn’t understand the reason behind the question. ”I just think it looks nice,”. his speech slurred a bit.

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    Seeing his brother’s reaction to the question made him holler. He was really enjoying his time. ”Boop! Wrong!” he said as he pressed the nose of the other man. Chuckling at the move he did. 

     It was definitely the alcohol, as he truthfully said, ”I like purple,”. Then went on to drink some of the contents in the bottle of alcohol. 

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    Claude laughed at the answer, though he seemed genuinely happy. ”See? Now you get it, I don’t give any fucks about ANYTHING!” he exclaimed the last part with both his hands up in the air. As if he was cheering.

     Drunk, he took another several gulps of alcohol. ”Now i riddle you this, what, my favourite colour, hiccup, is?”.

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    ”Ugh,” Claude muttered before taking another gulp from the bottle. ”Well now you guess mine,”, his speech was a little bit slurred, but not too much so others can still understand what he was saying. 

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    ”Psshh, what assholes. Only wanting to talk with people who speak their tongue.” he commented. The bartender corked open another bottle of alcohol. Claude went straight for it, consuming more of the toxic beverage. 

     The younger man quirked an eyebrow at his brother. It took him a while, but it was a guessing game, so he guessed, ”A Mojito?”.

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    Claude crossed his legs and rested his arms on his upper leg to face his brother better. He was curious what the guess would be. ”Tch tch tch,” Claude swayed his head. ”You should’ve stick with your guts, and you should keep in mind that your brother doesn’t give a fuck about anything, so why the fuck would he learn any other language? You were right about the Kalosians though, they were very good in bed,”.

     Claude began to find it difficult to focus his vision. But he didn’t want to think about that yet, he still had to play the card he had set up for, ”And you!” he exclaimed while attempted to point his finger at Lars, but missed slightly. ”You learnt Alto Marean didn’t you?”. He began to grin ear to ear. A drunk chuckle then brought and he then went to drink more alcohol from the bottle, before realising that he had emptied it. ”Oh. Mister drinkkks! I need moarrrr.”.

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    Seeing the reaction from his brother made him cackled so hard he had to bend over. ”Isn’t twenty-nine still old though? AHAHA!” he said before continuing his laughters.

     When he cooled down a little, he picked up the bottle of alcohol and chugged a bunch of the liquid without even realising how much he was consuming. He then dropped the bottle back on the counter with an ”Aah...”. 

     Claude picked up the various words that he didn’t know the meaning of from Lars. But from the way Lars was using it, he guessed that it must have been curse words. He smirked, ”What second language did I picked up?”.

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    Claude didn’t mind Lars’ whining about his insult on his hair. In fact, it was as if he didn’t even hear it. Though he made a mental note that one of Lars’ biggest tick is his hairstyle. 

     Claude nodded as his brother answered correctly. He was quite touched as well that Lars didn’t forget. He of course did not show that sign of weakness on his face. He did agree on the fact that he’s a big kid though.

     When he was asked the same question, he was going to say thirty, but he didn’t want to. ”Forty.” he said. Then continued to drink some of the alcohol from the bottle. 

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    Claude turned to look at his brother. He didn’t say anything, as if he was thinking. After a few seconds passed by, he spoke, ”I’d say that I am ashamed to be related with someone that has your style of hair, but I doubt that’s what you want. So what about we play a drinking game? Each of us have to ask a question regarding ourselves, and the other person have to guess.  If the person guessed wrong, the person has to drink. Then the other person has to reveal the true answer.”.

     Immediately after he presented the game, he spoke again, not letting Lars to say anything, ”I’ll start, how old am I?”.

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