[PS] The Restaurant

[Belle Hibiki]

Once Super Buu had assembled a healthy quantity of drinks - 'healthy' in this case being far more than anything close to legal - Kid Buu went about establishing the rules. Each side would have the same size glass, not larger, not smaller, the same for the sake of fairness, and so God help anyone that tried to get more beer from him than required. On his signal they would drink until the glass was empty, and if no one passed out would move onto the next glass. He stressed on making the game a fair one, even though Super Buu, in his opinion, was undoubtedly a lightweight.

"Wait, what about you?" Violet asked, her lips quirking in a puzzled frown as she looked at him. "I thought you were going to join, but you haven't said anything you'll do."

"Oh, me?" he said innocently, popping open a bottle with one thumb. "I'll be the scorekeeper. You know, counting how many glasses you drink." He gave her a lazy grin, raising one empty glass in the air, its not-quite clean but unstained glass frame infused with the logo of Dante's Abyss. The marketing bill must have been incredible.

Without further ado he set both of the other glasses in front of Super Buu and Violet, filling all three to the brim with brandy. He might as well start them off with something a little more lightweight, just to be fair to Supes. He didn't want to admit it, but he was glad in a way that he had met his somewhat dumbed-down counterpart once again. To his knowledge, they were the only two puttalin creatures in existence, their planet destroyed by their own creator. Although they had friends, they could never understand quite what it was like. No one except for his 'son'.

As Kid Buu stared at Super, brooding over the gentle chains of familial commitment, his larger counterpart turned and gave him a glowering look. "Well?!"

"Oh," he blinked, and smiled embarrassedly. "Begin!" He tilted his head back, throwing a large quantity of future liver-disease down his throat with abandon because he didn't, and would never have, a place for it to set up shop. All the time he kept a careful eye on the both of them, watching to confirm when the glass was done, and eagerly refilling it. He marked down a 'one' mentally, a sharp slash upon a blank wall as he lifted the second glass...