[Well consider that entering already broken. He wasn't the first to think of gathering supplies- granted he had to find buildings with supplies by trial and error. Which was how he ended up in a bar.
Not that he was complaining.
He was rifling through the alcohol when the human came in, Illidan, did not react. He was aware of the other's presence, but he figured the other would initiate that for him whether he had something of value to say or not. In the meantime he was busy looking for something that didn't share the stink of Dwarven ale, but something strong enough to make it worth drinking.]
[There's no mistaking that winged shadow on the wall, nope. Could've been worse, really.]
Oi. Don't go hogging all the good stuff.
[in other words, hi Illidan 'sup. Zoro pushes his way through scattered chairs and barstools in the half-dark, heading for the bar with the exact same intention.]
What, dwarves have bad taste in liquor where you come from?
[then again it's not like he asked the dwarves on Dressrosa what they liked...
Zoro will judge the selection for himself, thanks, though as he fishes through the bottles and squints at labels, he's starting to think Illidan is right]
The hell are you doing here anyway? Same thing as me?
[eh, passable rum...he twists off the top and swigs straight from the bottle</small.]
They're notorious for their ale. Tastes like sewage if you ask me.
[There were a lot of things you could say about Illidan, but at his core he still remained a snooty elf.]
Looking for supplies, if that is what you were doing, found this place and thought it may have something worthwhile.
[Illidan let out a huff and sat down on the floor, settling to the bottle he had taken. It wasn't like he could tell the difference between what was in the bottles anyway.]
[as no fan of ale himself (it ranks far lower on his list than sake and rum), Zoro shrugs and concedes the point.]
More or less. We've got some booze back at the apartment but sometimes I feel like drinking someone else's. Place is going to hell anyway, might as well help it along.
[he hops up to sit on the bar itself, so that in between sips of his rum, he can reach back and fish out anything Illidan rejected and see if it's more to his taste]
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Not that he was complaining.
He was rifling through the alcohol when the human came in, Illidan, did not react. He was aware of the other's presence, but he figured the other would initiate that for him whether he had something of value to say or not. In the meantime he was busy looking for something that didn't share the stink of Dwarven ale, but something strong enough to make it worth drinking.]
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Oi. Don't go hogging all the good stuff.
[in other words, hi Illidan 'sup. Zoro pushes his way through scattered chairs and barstools in the half-dark, heading for the bar with the exact same intention.]
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There is nothing good to... "hog" as you put it.
[He broke the top off one of the bottles, and took a sip... and then promptly scowled.]
This swill isn't even fit for a Dwarf.
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[then again it's not like he asked the dwarves on Dressrosa what they liked...
Zoro will judge the selection for himself, thanks, though as he fishes through the bottles and squints at labels, he's starting to think Illidan is right]
The hell are you doing here anyway? Same thing as me?
[eh, passable rum...he twists off the top and swigs straight from the bottle</small.]
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[There were a lot of things you could say about Illidan, but at his core he still remained a snooty elf.]
Looking for supplies, if that is what you were doing, found this place and thought it may have something worthwhile.
[Illidan let out a huff and sat down on the floor, settling to the bottle he had taken. It wasn't like he could tell the difference between what was in the bottles anyway.]
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More or less. We've got some booze back at the apartment but sometimes I feel like drinking someone else's. Place is going to hell anyway, might as well help it along.
[he hops up to sit on the bar itself, so that in between sips of his rum, he can reach back and fish out anything Illidan rejected and see if it's more to his taste]