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[upwiththisiwillnotput]

It takes Bernard about an hour to notice that people are speaking different languages in here tonight. Initially he ignores it, assuming it's some sort of special do, until he goes back to the bar.

"What is the relationship relationship that is taking place tonight?"

Beat. He looks at the wine bottle.

"Both again."

[Bernard speaks English and some Irish Gaelic, but we're going for 'into google translate and back'.]

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[irish_vagabond]

"I understood that."

No, really, Cassidy did.

But he's still looking thoroughly weirded out by everyone talking so many different languages all of a sudden.

"I can't understand anyone else, though. This is testicles."

[upwiththisiwillnotput]

"What is this masturbation?" Bernard asks, ordering them both a drink.

[irish_vagabond]

"It's relationship excrement, is what it is," he snorts. "I bet whatever offspring of a female canine responsible for this has had his buttocks removed from amusement."

[upwiththisiwillnotput]

"Am I executed by stoning?" Bernard asks, looking at his wine.

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy looks down into his own glass. Is it the drinks?

"Could be. But I'm executed by stoning practically all the time, and this's nothing like it, 'cept for maybe that one time when I thought ducks were spies."

[upwiththisiwillnotput]

"I'm usually just in the waste paper basket."

[irish_vagabond]

"Aye, well, I doubt this has anything to do with either of us bein' covered with plaster," he says, warily glancing around the room. "I think this's some sort of magic that someone fornicated with."

[upwiththisiwillnotput]

"Well they can fornicate it back." Bernard says. "There's a lot of showing off going on in here."