Chester finished his 27th drink of the night, and as he put the mug down, he nodded for it to be refilled. One of the fratboys looked at Chadwick, a look that said a million words. Most notable 'If we keep this up, he's gonna drink more than his debt is worth'. Chadwick took the opportunity when it came, Macario asked about the four Color Festival. "Ah, you see, the festival is starting soon, and we're here, on this island, to drive off the green scumbags. When they've had enough, they'll leave, to the next island over. And then this island - which is the best one - will be ours, and we'll be able to have all of our activites here, fro the festival." He noted, as he smiled. Chester frowned, looking for another drink. "What's the difference between the islands, anyway?"

"What do you mean? This is clearly the best one!"

"The one a few hundred meters that way seemed exactly the same to me, just a slightly different shape."

"Pfff, you can clearly not see how impressive this island is!" Chadwick assured Chester, whom shrugged. "I think you're lying.", grabbing two bottles from two frat boys, whom went to get their bottles back, following Chester around a corner. A few seconds later, the two guys came flying around the corner, roughed up, but without any serious damage. 

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Kuhn smiled softly. "For you? Always." He responded to her question, her soft giggle made him feel a warmth in his chest, his cheeks slightly flustered. "It is the way of da Trigun, after all." He said, as if that would mean anything to the woman. "Who dares make trouble for you? I'll give them hell!" Kuhn promised, puffing his chest, following the girl - whom was cute, but a little too young for him, he had already set his sights on Kobicha. 

"Where's dis Chad guy? I'll make him pay!" Kuhn exclaimed.