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The last time Yrael was in the bar, he had been somewhat upset, and in working that out, had made an Other somewhat upset.

They decided to resolve this fairly... by attempting to rip each other to shreds out back.

That was days ago.

The back door slams open under Katya's stumbling weight, but it doesn't do anything to change the fact that she's singing at the top of her lungs, with a not!cat accompaniment.

Yrael's Russian is fairly crap, so she's stuck him with most of the 'lalala' bits. He seems to be trying to bounce with the beat, but it doesn't seem to be working too well. In fact, neither of them seem entirely steady.

(OOC: Two pups, two muns, have at!)

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Yrael doesn't quite recall just how much they've both had to drink, but that is not important. What's important is getting the troubling inflections down despite his tongue not working right.

She blinks at him after a particularly bad line - she's fairly sure, though it was a bit slurred, that he just insulted all chipmunks everywhere.

She decides to help him out a bit, by singing louder. Of course, her own ability to speak isn't exactly pitch-perfect.

Chipmunks. Huh. Who needs 'em?

They probably are what Yrael just called them.

And so're their Moms.

The present problem is that Katya's louder singing totally threatens to overbalance the song in favor of the melody. Meaning Yrael with the harmony must be louder to make up for it!

His enthusiasm may threaten to topple them both over.

She fishtails under his weight, a slippery move learned during hauling Bear home after decades of fights.
"Lightweight!" She laughs, though she's little better, and in consequence loses the thread of the melody.

Yrael stumbles, sans feline grace, and laughs back. "Knew I shouldn've trusted yew to catch me, y'can't even carry a tune, much less me."

"Bah, you cannot hope to do it yourself - you can't speak straight or walk straight." Katya dismisses the complaint with a wave of her hand, then flinches when across the room one of the light bulbs explodes.

"And you can?" he snorts, dismissively. "If y'tried, you'd prob'bly set the place on fire."

She considers the likelihood of this. She'd protest, but there's a table covered in shattered glass.

"... Maaaaybe?" She allows, just managing to avoid giggling. Giggling would be bad.

Yrael is not giggling.

He's snickering.

"Almos' for a certainty. All that alcohol, wasted. For shame."

"Ffffft. You're wasted." She igores the fact that she isn't exactly registering as sober at the moment other.

After coming back from Megaton, William's been enjoying the extra time in Bar.

When Katya and Yrael enter, he stares before standing up and walking over and offering Katya his arm, "Don't fall over. Who's your friend?"

"William!" Katya is effervesent (and entirely unbalanced), slinging her free arm around the boy's shoulders. "William, I shall teach you Russian, and you will sing better than this caterwauling tomcat."

(OOC: Order?)

"I will?"

He tries to get under her as much as he can and smiles awkwardly at Yrael.

Yrael grins unsteadily at the young man. "Though I bet you'd sing in a decent language, at least."

Russian is hard to get one's tongue around, when said tongue is thick and slow with alcohol.

"I know some songs in Spanish. If you need to lean on me. I can probably hold you better than Katya,"

He does after all have another arm and they both look prone to falling over.

Katya takes advantage of her placement to pinch Yrael. ... Or maybe that was her William hand. She does both, just to be fair.

"It is a decent language." She informs them, her words slow and precise in the way of the utterly drunk. "It is the bestest...est....er language."

English, on the other hand, sucks.

"Course it is. Sing us another song while we find some seats,"

The pinch makes him sigh as he tries to move them towards a couch.

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