In Pratical Terms ((11))

[victoriousscarf]

Misto shook his head and leaned further back against the bar. "Tugger, that would require me to be confident in front of people I don't know. It is not going to happen."

[amanika]

Tugger sighed, settling back on his barstool and ordering another drink, "You're hopeless, y'know that. Y'talk to strangers all day in the park, an' what the hell d'you do in this new job of yours? Surely y'have to talk to people then."

[victoriousscarf]

"At least I'm aware I'm a hopeless case," Misto said, blushing. "Besides, in those cases I'm preforming and stuff... I don't actually have to talk to them about anything really."

[amanika]

Tugger chuckled, "Who says you gotta talk t'gals about anythin' really?" he was mostly joking though, accepting his second drink from the barman and handing over the last of his money for the night, "I suppose I should thank you f'makin' sure I don't get back too late, now I got work responisibilities tomorrow an' all."

[victoriousscarf]

"Eventually you've got to," Misto said, leaning against the bar still and looking around. He didn't order a second drink, the first making his head hurt enough as it was. "And I'm always here to be of service," he grinned over at Tugger. He didn't have to be at work until later in the afternoon himself though.

[amanika]

"Good," Tugger said, taking a sip of his drink and feeling it burn in his throat, "because I don't know where they're gettin' this stuff from, but this batch seems t'be a on the strong side."

[victoriousscarf]

Misto blinked and then winced slightly. Oh joy, he got a drink from a batch on the strong side. There were definitively reasons he didn't drink very often. "What time should you turn in by tonight anyway?"

[amanika]

Tugger shrugged, "I never set myself a time, else I'll just get annoyed when I don't stick to it. I just go when I feel ready.

[victoriousscarf]

"Fair enough," Misto replied, glancing down at his pocket watch and trying to remember the time the last bus that stopped by Fourth Street left. He did not want to have to walk all the way back there feeling woozy. He still had some time.

[amanika]

"If you've got somewhere t'be though we can always get goin'." Tugger added, taking a rather large swig of his drink and pulling a face, "Not sure I want anymore of this swill anyway, the stuff we're brewin' is better by half."

((Totally can't remember if Misto knows about the Hollisers' little enterprise, but if he doesn't, we'll call it a drunken slip up for the fun of it.))

[victoriousscarf]

((He doesn't *evil grin*))

Misto was about to say that he was good and didn't have to leave yet when Tugger's statement drew him up short. "You're brewing?" he asked, not actually terribly surprised.

((Misto, again, you're reaction to finding out people are engaged in illegal activities should *not* be "but so is everyone else I know so who cares?"))

[amanika]

"Jeez, I just said that out loud didn't I?" Tugger ran a paw through his headfur, "You'll keep that t'yourself, right?"

[victoriousscarf]

Misto raised an eyebrow at him. "Alright, not only do I not really want to see you in jail, but who exactly do you think I would tell something like that? I mean, you remember what my uncle does right? I do know how to keep my mouth shut."

[amanika]

Tugger nodded, "I know," he gave Misto a brief smile, "what else are friends for, right? I've gotta start bein' more careful though, that just slipped out. You coulda' been anyone, Munk would skin me alive. If y'run into him at any point, don't let on that I told you either. I know y'wouldn't intentionally, but still."

[victoriousscarf]

Misto laughed lightly at that. "Alright, I'll not tell him. Though, honestly, I've never managed to run into him yet and I've known you for years."