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[ulaulakahuna]

[Nanu snorts.] I can't imagine you ever having a hangover.

[Prim and proper, hardworking Anabel, knocking back alcohol for a night of fun? Waking up with her head pounding and slumped over a toilet? Okay—maybe not that bad, but the thought is ridiculous enough.]

[He takes another small sip, actually beginning to relax. It would take way more than this to get him even the slightest bit buzzed, but the atmosphere alone is good enough for him. Quiet, sharing conversation with Anabel, pokémon roaming the house...... Nice.]

It would've been even better if I hadn't been accosted twice and almost blown to bits. [A pause; he knows she was accosted all the same, and worse than what Guzma gave him.] ...So I think I can toss out the whole night except the beginning.

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I am not one to drink until that point, but there have been times.

[ Fun? Of course not. It would have to be for work. Sometimes you go to employee outings or, alternatively, you go on a mission or meet up for intel. If you don't drink, you don't look trustworthy. ]

I'd imagine that goes without saying. Perhaps it's fortunate that I wasn't there, I might have challenged both Archie and Guzma to a battle. Knowing them, however, their egos wouldn't come out of it bruised. [ She can't be honest about that, though. It's not untrue what he said about feelings for Nanu, but a kink? That suggests anyone handsome and of age would do. No, she's just... She's just, what? ] Let us remember the beginning and end then.

[ She gently lifts her glass, without intent to clink them together but just recognize the gesture. ]

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[ulaulakahuna]

[The idea still strikes him as amusing, and he grins wider.]

To have been a Cutiefly on those walls.... [Aside from his usual interest with her assignments over the last decade...]

[He chuckles.] Ah, but I'd like to think I hit 'em where it hurts. Nothing like what you'd do, though.

[The latter Nanu says with a smirk, a little hint hint. To see Guzma, especially, brought down by the person he's targeting is always a poetic justice. The fact that it'd be Anabel is just icing on the ego cake. He'd pay to see her decimate either of those two idiots.]

[He'll drop it, though; to follow her suggestion, which is fine by him. After raising his glass in return, he takes a bigger drink. While he doesn't want to feel the emotional effects nor get sloshed, it'd still be nice to get a little buzzed.]

Hard to regret the night when you put it like that.