[His expression goes a little tighter at the mention of being gone for a long time, but- he seems to intentionally try and shake it off, back to easy nothingness.]
I’ve got people too, yeah. What about yours? Tell me about them.
[ there's a pause as she thinks it over, looking at the fidget spinner ]
There's Hazel. She's six. She's... been through a lot recently, so I wouldn't have left her on purpose. She's not all alone, of course, there's Simon, and he's my best friend and right hand man, but he's... [ there's a clear hesitation there ] They don't always get along. [ she spins the spinner again and, in a more confident tone: ] Of course there's the rest of the Apex, too, but they're together and trained, so they can take care of each other until I get back.
The Mighty Nein. A complete mess, but I suppose they’re lovable in their own way. There’s Jester, and I think her name tells you most of what you need to know. Fjord, an upstanding citizen who kindly tolerates me as a roommate most nights. That’s a chore and a half. Caleb, the wizard. Interesting fellow. Likes a good book, can’t look me in the eye much. Nott, his mother. And of course, the charm: my darling Yasha. A finer barbarian and friend I have never known.
. . . Then Beauregard. Who is here. You may have met her? Lean, mean, fighting machine.
[Molly voice: 52 card pick up /throws his tarot deck
No. He looks around, humming for a second while he thinks it over.]
Ah. Chugging contest.
[He finds two glasses, putting them on the bartop and uncaps a bottle of something . . . probably way too strong for this. Filling each one up almost to the brim.]
[ That’s valid. He’s laughing like crazy. This barely seems to bother him, aside from having to shake his head like a dog to get the worst of it out. It jingles alot when he does that because of all the jewelry. Like a fucking clown.]
[ molly got a sixteen, and i will let you roll for grace for fairness?? she will do great at chugging and terribly at holding the alcohol so does it truly matter. she has not participated in underage drinking that much, oops?
but she doesn't show it and can chug like a champ because she's probably tasted a lot worse ]
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I’ve got people too, yeah. What about yours? Tell me about them.
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[ there's a pause as she thinks it over, looking at the fidget spinner ]
There's Hazel. She's six. She's... been through a lot recently, so I wouldn't have left her on purpose. She's not all alone, of course, there's Simon, and he's my best friend and right hand man, but he's... [ there's a clear hesitation there ] They don't always get along. [ she spins the spinner again and, in a more confident tone: ] Of course there's the rest of the Apex, too, but they're together and trained, so they can take care of each other until I get back.
[ she hands the fidget spinner over back to him ]
What about you?
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[Taking it. Spinning!]
The Mighty Nein. A complete mess, but I suppose they’re lovable in their own way. There’s Jester, and I think her name tells you most of what you need to know. Fjord, an upstanding citizen who kindly tolerates me as a roommate most nights. That’s a chore and a half. Caleb, the wizard. Interesting fellow. Likes a good book, can’t look me in the eye much. Nott, his mother. And of course, the charm: my darling Yasha. A finer barbarian and friend I have never known.
. . . Then Beauregard. Who is here. You may have met her? Lean, mean, fighting machine.
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[ why does she sound so proud of that. anyway, she listens to the rest, but perks up a but when he talks about Beau: ]
I have. She's got excellent taste in shoes.
[ hating heels isn't great taste in shoes, grace. ]
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No she doesn’t.
[Impulse Mean. Then again, Molly has terrible taste in shoes. He’s out here in fantasy thigh highs. Like those are fucking practical.]
But I’ll agree she’s excellent in other ways.
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Is this the kind of agree you'd say to her face, or is this a secret agreement?
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Has to consider this. Eventually he sighs.]
I think I have to say it to her face now. At least once. I’m in a bit of debt to her at the moment.
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[ she's intrigued. tell her the deets ]
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[Teasing. Fidget spinning.]
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[ :3? ]
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Sure, why not? What's the game?
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No. He looks around, humming for a second while he thinks it over.]
Ah. Chugging contest.
[He finds two glasses, putting them on the bartop and uncaps a bottle of something . . . probably way too strong for this. Filling each one up almost to the brim.]
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Won't you be too drunk to answer my question if you pick this one?
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[Coward.]
1/2
2/3 i lied
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That’s a forfeit.
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Hmm, nope, contest hadn't started. Didn't count!
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Better? That way I’m drunk enough to want to answer the question, but not so drunk I lose the track of it.
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Bottoms up! On three.
[Three . . . two . . . please roll a D20 for me.]
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but she doesn't show it and can chug like a champ because she's probably tasted a lot worse ]
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a fucking 19
so.
Molly does pretty great until right at the end, when he chokes on a bit and ends up coughing on it, teeth clicking against the glass.]
Fuck— [hack] Gods dammit—- Shit! Did you win?
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