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[a_shadow]

[ She definitely doesn't protest. ]

A whiskey and cola, please.

[originalcopy]

[He taps the table with a knuckle.]

Sure thing.

[He'll get himself the same. He briefly considers getting himself a shot too, but decides against it. Probably a good idea to pace himself. Technically he's never had alcohol before... which is a really weird thought given what he remembers.

Fuck. Maybe he should do it anyway.]

[a_shadow]

[ When he returns with an extra shot in addition to their two glasses, she raises an eyebrow. ]

You've done this here before, right?

[originalcopy]

What, here? I had a couple of beers at the party.

[But that was spread out over the night and definitely wasn't the knock-you-on-your-ass kind of alcohol. So yeah.]

Well, technically two and a half. CT spilled one.





((ooc: I did a dumb and forgot about the party... Those beers don't count. XD ))

[a_shadow]

[ She continues to watch him with a raised eyebrow, accepting her glass and then taking a sip of the drink inside. ]

[originalcopy]

What?

[He doesn't have to 'know' that look to know that look.]

I'm not planning on getting shitfaced.

[He gives a thoughtful look as he sips. Comparing the moment to the memories of it.]

[a_shadow]

[ She snickers. ]

Oh, well, then that makes it just fine.

[originalcopy]

Yeah. It kinda' does.

[His token scowl is really closer to a pout at being teased.]

You don't think I can handle it...

[a_shadow]

[ She tips her glass slightly in his direction. ]

Don't whine. It's not a good look.

Also, no, I don't.

[originalcopy]

Don't be a bitch, how about that?

[He wasn't whining. Jeez.]

And I guess we'll see.

[He tips his glass like she had and takes a drink.]

[a_shadow]

[ She rolls her eyes. Same old Church. ]

Just don't expect me to hold your hair back when you have to puke.

[originalcopy]

I'll be fine. It's not like I don't know how this works.

[Besides, he wants to get drunk. Not hammered, but drunk enough. He grabs a few pretzels.]

[a_shadow]

[ She shrugs. ]

Suit yourself.

[ And then she takes a swig of her drink. ]

[originalcopy]

[He watches with a faint smirk as one of the many memories that he's been constantly trying to put aside sneaks up on him.]

So, how bad was it your first time?

[a_shadow]

[ She snorts. ]

I handled it.

[originalcopy]

Oh yeah?

[Eyebrow of skepticism.]

No one had to hold your hair for you?

[a_shadow]

Oh, I've had a few occasions. Just not that one.

[originalcopy]

[He takes another drink.]

Any with me?

[Since she said he was there. Just curious.]

[a_shadow]

[ She pulls a face, one that he's likely to find unreadable. She'd been thinking about the year of parties on the alien planet, which was long after he'd disappeared.

She covers up her discomfort by taking another drink. Then she says flatly: ]

What, you want to know if I got drunk enough to fuck you?

[originalcopy]

Oh my God, are you serious right now?!

[Not quite where he was going with that. But of course she has to jump to the most insulting conclusion.]

Just because I have a dick, doesn't mean I have to think with it. I'm not Tucker.

[a_shadow]

[ She rolls her eyes. The answer is 'yes', of course, yet she's glad to know that's not what he was pressing for. That doesn't mean she's not irritated. ]

Okay, fine, I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions.

[originalcopy]

No.

[She's irritated and he's insulted... He bites back his own retaliatory insulting question.]

You shouldn't have.

[He grabs the last couple of cinnamon bites. Literally keeping his mouth occupied with something other than saying something he'd regret.]

[a_shadow]

[ She remains silent, drinking her whiskey and cola with short sips.

Eventually she speaks, having found a new topic to broach. ]

Where are you staying?

[originalcopy]

[He takes a breath before answering.]

Someplace called the Proxy Hotel. Got stuck with a big lizard for a roomie. But I haven't seen him in a few days.

[He taps his fingers on the side of his glass.]

What about you? Did you win the roommate lottery?

[a_shadow]

I'm in a dorm building called the Qubit House. My roommate's okay. It's not too different from living in barracks, so I don't mind.

[ Not that she ever actually did that. Church isn't the only one who identifies with those old memories. ]