[the timing is as much of a void as the pc locations normally are
anyway, she smiles - ]
More than five centuries of experience!
[ - and toasts him with her drink. she's practically radiating amusement and pride, but there's definite exhaustion creeping underneath it. it's been a long six weeks.]
[the amusement and pride that's his own is. very weird. sqx will feel that white's mood perks up a little when he sees her, but similarly, buried under it is something that feels suspiciously like depression.]
Sounds like you just want to get me drunk—but sure, why not?
her mood perking up when she sees friends isn't an unfamiliar feeling, and unfortunately, neither is depression, so she doesn't really realize that anything is wrong yet. instead, she gets up to head around the bar, ignoring the dripping noise so that she can look through the bottles.]
[i have to google what that is because i don't know drinks so based off what my results tell me i'm glad sqx realizes white is just a giant child with appropriate tastes
he takes a sip.]
Hey, pretty good!
[sqx will feel approval... and then a bit of confusion?]
You're pretty familiar with the stock here, huh? I'm guessing they don't have this where you're from.
[the approval isn't out of place; she approves of her own ability to pick out good drinks for people. the confusion, though - that's strange, and it makes some of her own confusion bubble up.
what...? ah, it's probably just her imagination.]
They don't, they don't. But - [she pats the bar countertop] - I'm well-acquainted with the stock here now! Ahh, it's going to be a little strange, not having all these options once I get home.
Ahaha, maybe! Some of the ingredients aren't common where I'm from, but, well, that just means I'll have to find some source of them. I could make quite the fortune off it, I'm sure!
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Geez, your tolerance always amazes me.
[drinking already...]
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anyway, she smiles - ]
More than five centuries of experience!
[ - and toasts him with her drink. she's practically radiating amusement and pride, but there's definite exhaustion creeping underneath it. it's been a long six weeks.]
Care to join me? We can work on your tolerance.
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Sounds like you just want to get me drunk—but sure, why not?
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her mood perking up when she sees friends isn't an unfamiliar feeling, and unfortunately, neither is depression, so she doesn't really realize that anything is wrong yet. instead, she gets up to head around the bar, ignoring the dripping noise so that she can look through the bottles.]
What do you feel like drinking today?
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[she ends up making a white russian and sets it down in front of him because i think it's funny]
Try that! Let me know what you think.
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he takes a sip.]
Hey, pretty good!
[sqx will feel approval... and then a bit of confusion?]
You're pretty familiar with the stock here, huh? I'm guessing they don't have this where you're from.
[this doesn't seem very fantasy china-ish]
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what...? ah, it's probably just her imagination.]
They don't, they don't. But - [she pats the bar countertop] - I'm well-acquainted with the stock here now! Ahh, it's going to be a little strange, not having all these options once I get home.
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anyway]
Could learn to make some of 'em yourself?
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Ahaha, maybe! Some of the ingredients aren't common where I'm from, but, well, that just means I'll have to find some source of them. I could make quite the fortune off it, I'm sure!
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You could add it to your god pedigree or whatever.
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well. there's a pronounced wave of guilt, when he says "god," and her expression flickers for a moment before settling into a smile.]
Ahaha! I could be the god of wine as well as the winds. I certainly drink enough for that.
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well, okay, feeling guilt right there and then definitely strikes white as weird, so he just
pauses in visible confusion.]
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[hm. awkward.
she gestures at his drink]
Do you want another? I can make you another.
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Sure?
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and one for herself, which she immediately downs. whew. okay. that makes her feel a little less awkward. alcohol does dull the senses, after all.]
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... You okay?
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[she smiles.
inwardly, she is screaming.]
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he definitely feels disbelief and more worry right now]
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[sips at her drink also...]
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