[ Ah, Vash is about to say, you help people! That's such a healthier choice than drinking! But then Wolfwood chimes in, outing the other Vash's poor choices, and Vash just smiles apologetically at his double. Too much alcohol or not enough food, either way it's something they have some control over, isn't it? Or maybe he's overthinking things again.

Maybe he just needs to go lay down. ]

Come with us. [ --he murmurs quietly to the other Vash, before gathering the last of his energy and turning to the sad drunk at his side. He gives that hand another squeeze, to get Wolfwood's attention, then pushes back from the table and gets unsteadily to his feet. ]

I vote we move this party upstairs. [ Wolfwood's very drunk though, his sleepy brains inform him, and Vash frowns. Can he carry the man if he has to? Maybe? Probably. Guess he's gonna find out! ] C'mon, I'm not sleeping here.

[ Not that it would be the first time he'd slept on a table in a bar. Such a sad bar, though, without any people. Bars should be loud, raucous, smelly and smoky and alive. Everything here is dead, and abandoned, and empty.

Damn. He didn't want to start thinking like that, not now. He gives Wolfwood's hand a tug, to get the man on his feet. ]

I wanna sleep with you.