[CLOSED] vampire slap fight

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Who: Sans and Amethyst
When: After RM makes her stupid announcement about being mortal.
Where: Supervisor Grove
What: Sans wants to share some valuable Supervisor deets with Amethyst because the Ringmaster is acting hella suspicious and he doesn't trust her to keep the carnival's ass out of the fire.
Warnings: Sans is boozing it up a bit.

It's not really clear what is more absurd: the way that Sans's magical goblet is creating a vague cloud of wine in the water around him, or the fact that he's drinking said wine with a straw. This could be a dangerous habit if it weren't for the fact that he is not generally going to be submerged in water in the future. At the very lest he'll have to go over to the sink to get his fix.

But that isn't the case right now.

So, Sans is enjoying himself, clearly, and both him and Amethyst happen to be hanging out in the metaphorical garage they call their trailer, and at some point it occurs to him that he has something he should probably talk about. Maybe he wouldn't if he was less buzzed, but it doesn't matter. Sober him is just a coward, probably.

"Hey, Ame," he calls over to wherever she is in the trailer, his trilobite body half rolled up on the couch. "C'mere I gotta tell you somethin'."

It's still not worth standing up.

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"Huh?" Amethyst bloops her tentacles and rotates right way up from where she's been armpit deep in some kind of wind instrument -- something's fallen in there but being underwater means she can't just shake it out. "What's up, bone dogg?"

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He's a little bit hesitant to get into it, and it shows. He starts playing around with his straw instead of looking at her, attempting to figure out how to best address it with a somewhat wine addled mind.

"Remember how the RM pulled all of the supervisors aside a week or two ago? I dunno if Peri told you anything about it, but..."

He trails off. If Peridot told her this would be a lot easier.

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"Uhh..." Amethyst frowns a little. This isn't really typical of Sans. "She said she spat soda all over herself."

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Sans suddenly spurts out a laugh at that, remembering that part again after having almost forgotten it. Wow, that really was the best part.

"Yeah," he chortles. "She did. It was... picturesque." Of course, that can't last for long. "But then that's probably all she said, right?" He hesitates on his slowly wafting drink for a few more moments, and then sets it down on the back of the couch.

"There's signs that those vamps are still following us," he says.

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She blinks.

"Whoah," she says. She's drifting in her surprise, shocked out of maintaining the gently undulating tentacle movements required to keep her in one spot. "Whoah, wait – are you for real? No way." Her voice cracks a little. "They can't be."

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"Yeah," he confirms dully, not quite looking at her while he does. "Some kind of tracking spell? We're working on removing it but it's no go so far and I got no clue what the Ringmaster's planning with this stunt, so..."

He trails off, and then shrugs helplessly.

"I didn't want that to get you off guard."

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"No. No way," she says again. "Sans, c'mon, they can't... Steven's here."

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Ah. Yeah.

So it's different, isn't it? It was one thing when it was just all carnival folk in it together, with people you'd only ever known in that context. But now, with more family here from both sides...

"We're tryin' to shake them... I dunno what else to do about it."

Except, stuff like this is pretty much one hundred percent his job now. Ugh.

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Amethyst runs a hand back through her hair, which leaves both of her eyes visible for rather longer than usual thanks to the fact that they're underwater. Both of them are staring at a point on the floor that currently isn't occupied by any distressing chalkware dogs.

"I guess... we just gotta take 'em down if they catch up, right." She doesn't sound super enthusiastic.

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"Yeah," he says, sounding no more enthusiastic, and inevitably questioning why he brought this up in the first place. Wouldn't it have been better to just not tell her so she didn't have to worry about it? But isn't the the foundation of a whole bunch of his existing mistakes? Who the fuck knows. He's too drunk for this.

"...Geez," he says after a few moments of awkward silence. "I'm not ready to be the boss of this, Am."

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Not for the first time, Amethyst wishes Garnet or Pearl was here. She enjoys working under Sans, he's a fun boss, but his leadership doesn't make her feel more secure about a bad situation the way the other Crystal Gems' seniority does.

She guesses she felt kind of that way when Garnet had to step up, after Rose... after Steven. But... Garnet was always... Garnet. Looking up to her and Pearl has always come naturally, even when she's resented it. The fact that Sans is about on her level in terms of responsibility is one of the reasons she likes him. It just doesn't make this situation very reassuring.

Amethyst sighs, coiling one of her tentacles around the tuba. "Better you than me, man."

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Hell, given the option, Sans is pretty sure Garnet would do a better job as Warden in a general sense. Then again, he never took this job because of his high self esteem.

"I guess the rest of the security team didn't leave us a lot of options, fucking off like that..."

It really would just be him or Amethyst, wouldn't it? Or Gongenzaka, but that sounds like a nightmare in its own way.

"Think people still get to blame you if you're a last resort?"

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"Probably..." Amethyst shrugs lopsidedly, a rare look of sympathy crossing her half-hidden face. She manages a little bit of a smile, although it's not a particularly happy expression. "I wouldn't blame ya, though."