Just You and Me, Sixer~! (Billford)

Drinks On Me!

Opening his eyes, Ford appeared in the normal mindscape once again and, immediately, Ford started to look around for Bill. Would Bill continue to show him his human form or would he revert back to his triangle form? Who knows? I-I mean, not like Ford cared or whatever. Psh. Not at all. He would just like a warning before seeing it because well...you know. Walking more into the mindscape, Ford looked straight ahead to see something not too far off in the distance. 

Squinting his eyes and looking at it more closely, he saw that it was in the shape of an outside bar? Huh, I guess you really can imagine anything in the mindscape. As he looked closer, he noticed a familiar man in a yellow suit swinging their legs as they stared at the liquids behind the counter. Quickly walking up to the bar, Ford looked to see that Bill was just resting his hands on the counter and seemingly just daydreaming.

"Hello Bill," Ford spoke up as he sat himself down next to Bill.

Bill picked up his head, grinned and replied with, "Fordsy! Looks like you really kept your word huh?"

"Well, who would ask to drink and not drink at all?" Ford replied back as Ford folded his hands on the countertop.

"Right on that Fordster! Come on, let's skip the chat and drink!" Bill smiled before he snapped his fingers to snap two glasses and an invisible person pouring, what seemed like, whiskey.

"Would I get drunk...?" Ford questioned as Ford grabbed the cup from the counter and held it up to his mouth.

"Well, the mindscape works in mysterious ways. You maybe will get drunk or maybe you won't! But the only way to find out is to drink a lot," Bill explained as he grabbed his own cup from the counter.

"I guess, down the hatch it goes...!" Ford replied back before drinking the whiskey and placing the cup down with a harsh 'THUNK!"

Bill looked at him blank eyes for a second before bursting out into laughter, asking, "Ford, can you not drink?!"

Ford, embarrassed and trying to get the taste out of his mouth, looked away and replied with, "I may be a bit inexperienced with drinking..."

"You mean you're a lightweight. Right?" Bill smirked as he leaned himself up against the counter and Ford tensed himself at Bill's words.

"If that is the word to describe it...then yes. I don't particularly like to drink. Last time I did...I blacked out with Fiddleford," Ford explained while shifting his glasses on his eyes.

"Well, let's just build up your tolerance! Then we'll create new memories together not with your little...friend," Bill explained with a little venom with the mere mention of Fiddleford.

"I-I don't know about that Bill. You sure this is a good idea?" Ford questioned as Bill waved his friend off and snapped his fingers once again.

"Psh! When has my ideas have ever been bad, Sixer?" Bill questioned as Ford watched another drink be poured into their cups.

Ford softly laughed at Bill's words, replying with, "You got me there, Bill." 

Bill grabbed his cup and held it up in front of him and said, "Cheers to being the best partners?"

Ford grabbed his own cup and smiled back, "Cheers to us."

Both of them clinked their cups and chugged down both of their drinks, but immediately Ford started to regret it. He could feel that his head was starting to spin a little and there was a slight headache forming. Placing the glass cup down again, Ford groaned while Bill snickered at him and placed his own cup down next to him.