Vodka For The Pretty Lady (Private: Arc and Beyril)

"Yeaaaah..." Jay moaned, slumped over the bar. "Water..." He reached into his cloak, and then put his wallet on the bar. "Just leave me enough for a hotel room..."

Natalie smirked, leaning an elbow on the counter drunkenly, "I vin." she laughed.

"You do." Jay said, picking off the counter somewhat. "That's enough drink for today, I think..." He murmured before drinking the glass of water given to him.

Natalie tipped her head at him, "Don't bet against a Russian in a drinking contest."

"Hey, the kiss was too tempting to pass up. There was a chance." Jay replied, slumping back down on the bar.

Natalie laughed, "Not really."

"Okay, fine, no chance. But it was still irresistible." Jay said, more towards the bar than Natalie. "Anyway... What's your name?"

Natalie offered her hand, "Natalie Anastasia Toloczko. You?"

Jay shook Natalie's hand. "Jay Galeson."

"So bord Jay," she giggled, "Vat brings you here?"

"I'm taking a break from work. Basically, tourism." Jay spoke into the bar still, for recovery was going to take a while.

Natalie raised a brow, "Oh, vere you vork?"

Jay looked at Natalie. "I punch criminals, take their money and leave them near the police station. Better than stealing for my food from anyone else, eh?"

Natalie laughed, "Do you draw peectures on their faces? Dat's my favorite."

"No, I don't. I should do. That's a good idea, thanks." Jay said, going for a second try at sitting up off of the bar. He was wobbly, but able to not fall off the stool, and it seemed, capable of keeping his stomach contents down.

Natalie shook her head, "No, seet. It will hit you again in a meenute." she chuckled, "You Americans always think you do so vell."

"I'm sitting." Jay said, glaring at the bottle which he had so stupidly emptied, as if it was the cause and culprit of his torment.

"You tried to stand." she chuckled, waving to the bartender, "Something to eat, dah?"

"How about a sponge, so it can suck up the mistake I drank maybe?" Jay joked, partly because all of the food was on him.

Natalie laughed, "No, you bought drink, so I buy food, dah?" The bartender sat a basket of fries in front of him, "This is American food, yes?"

"You really going to feed the bird man fries? Like people feed fries to seagulls and stuff?" Jay asked, joking again. "I guess it is. Though it's popular everywhere."

Natalie shrugged, "There are no seagulls in Russia. And we do not feed animals."

"It was a joke. Ha. ha. Funny. I thought Russians laughed as they danced that weird kicking dance." Jay explained, fully turning his head towards Natalie.. "Can you do that dance? I totally wouldn't mind seeing you do that dance. For... Reasons."

Natalie shook her head, "That is men's dancing." She laughed, "Do I look like man to you?"

"You drink like a man, so I thought you were maybe also able to dance like one." Jay replied, popping a fry in his mouth.