"Don't you think you're just being a little bit dramatic?" Vash said, almost with a bit of emotion as he looked at you, a mess on the couch.
You sighed and stated, " I don't know what you mean."
"YOURE LITERALLY WEARING A BALLGOWN AND HEELS AND DRINKING."
"It's orange juice excuse you."
"Its still technically drinking."
"No. There's a difference."
"Y/N You are so overly dramatic."
"At least I don't carry a gun to the restroom."
"THERE COULD BE A MURDERER IN THERE YOU DONT KNOW."
"Mmmmhm." You took a shot of orange juice.
"Carrying a gun is way more rational than crying in a dress drinking orange juice just because your crush got a girlfriend." You glared at him.
"IVE HAD A CRUSH ON HIM FOR THIRTY YEARS VASH IT IS PERFECTLY RATIONAL!"
"Yeah yeah whatever..."
You then proceeded to chug an entire jug of orange juice. Vash stared at you shocked the entire time.
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A/n sooo I have no idea what I was thinking when I wrote this but I like it. It's my favorite. Anyways if it isn't obvious you are a country. In like everyone of my fics there is a 100.1% chance you are a country. Just saying.