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[color=aba000][h2]Chiron [Lily][/h2][/color][i][h3]Some Garbage Bar, Miyama Town[/h3][/i]
[@Cu Chulainn] [@Scallop] [@Kyoka]
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[color=aba000]"Eh?"[/color]

The annoyance and incredulity smeared across Archer's face only seemed to amplify as this cosplayer failed to answer his question, and instead tried to kick him out of a bar. Tried to kick [b]him[/b] out of a bar. His mind's eye opened, as though he was preparing himself to spank this cosplaying brat.

More to the point, who would even want to cosplay as his niece in the first place? That's a weird level of obsession, but that only narrowed down the list so much. There was that crazy inventor guy, for one. Uhh, the birdfucker, too. Maybe the snake or the spider if they were trying to be ironic? There were a few options. 

...oh, wait.

Oh, [i]wait[/i].

A moment of clarity seemed to splay across Archer's face as he looked to the other Servant, comprehension dawning on him. He seemed to hold himself back from saying something, a herculean feat that would have been impossible had he been more drunk.

...instead, he shattered any illusion of himself as something other than a buffoon.

[color=aba000]"Oh, I see what we got goin' on here. That [b]hoor[/b] niece of mine found out I was here, so she sent you to make your own rival bar, huh? Classic. This is the foundin' of Athens all over again, innit? Tryin' to pull the ol' Flipadelphia on me? Tryin' to beat me with this [i][b]cahkroach[/b][/i]-infested dump?"[/color] -Why was he glaring at the cosplayer particularly harshly when he said 'cahkroach'?- [color=aba000]"Well I ain't, gonna, take, that, lyin' down-"[/color]

As if playing some absurd game of hacky sack, Archer reached behind himself with a foot, scooped his Master up with his leg, and then tossed him up where he was caught by Archer and deposited back onto the Servant's shoulder, his eyes never once leaving the grotesque form of the cosplayer.

[color=aba000]"Hey kid, looks like we're making my cave early. Can't let the hoor get the drop on us. Donnie's countin' on me."[/color]

Ignoring the confused remarks send to him by 'Donnie' after uttering those words, the absurd calamity that was Archer took his leave from the bar, Master in tow.

It was time to get to work.