you came on your own, that's how you'll leave

[boughtabookstore]

Date & Time: 8/13-ish?
Location: some bar somewhere in the Hold
Characters: Roslyn & Tony
Summary: So how about that drinking as a method of coping with being forced to relive bad memories, huh.
Warnings: discussion of violence I imagine.

[ She hasn't been drinking constantly. But at night, heading to one of the quieter bars, the ones that the other transports don't seem to frequent - well, it's easier. Easier than sleeping, easier than not sleeping, a faster way to forgetfulness.

And that's what she wants. This entire place, this entire thing with the Initiative and the constant fuck-ups - as far as she's concerned, right now it can all just go to hell.

She sees Stark nearly as soon as he comes in the door - he's kind of hard to miss - and sighs and orders another drink for herself. Part of the point of being here was that she wouldn't have to talk to or look at anyone else who knew about that whole utter mess.

It's possible he won't notice her, and at the moment that's what she's hoping for. ]

Comments

[fe_male]

Nah, that can be up to you. Bonus points for anything you're heard me play before though.

[boughtabookstore]

[ She finishes her drink and then goes to change songs to this because her taste in music is ancient and will stay that way until further notice. She's not a bad singer, but her sense of rhythm isn't too great and she's obviously had no training and not a great deal of musical inclination. She finishes as quickly as she can and slides back into her seat. ]

Truth or dare.

[fe_male]

[ he's kind of impressed regardless. he would have probably sung a ke$ha song because screw actually showing people things you genuinely like, and lol like he can sing ac/dc. nobody can sing ac/dc, not even most of ac/dc. ]

Uhhh, truth.

[boughtabookstore]

[ man the only real current music she knows is from what her coworkers used to play and it's been a while since she was listening to that. and truth, hmmm. ]

What's the most embarrassing thing you've ever done?

[ she could go for philosophical hard hitting questions or she could do the drunk easy route. ]

[fe_male]

[ you really ought to listen to more stuff then. spend more time with tony - he'll broaden anyone's pop culture knowledge

honestly he would have done dare but he doesn't want to stand up again that quickly. serves him right, this question ]

I mixed up a Reynolds number for a Deborah number once in the middle of a presentation for class once. That was pretty humiliating.

[boughtabookstore]

[ looks like that's in the general cards for her guess her pop culture knowledge is going to increase then.

sure does! she might not want to go for emotionally tough questions but she's not walking away without blackmail material. ... better blackmail material than that. ]

I have no idea what you just said.

[fe_male]

That's your problem. [ Is that a drink he still has? Welp. Looks like he doesn't anymore. ] Not mine. You didn't specify that it had to be universally relatable. Truth or dare?

[boughtabookstore]

[ Fine, he gets away with it this time. She eyes him a little bit, dissatisfied, and then shrugs.

Truth. [ she's not doing karaoke again, okay. ]

[fe_male]

[ Yeah, he knows he'll pay for that here probably quite shortly. ]

Have you had sex with anyone since you got brought here?

[boughtabookstore]

Yes.

[ you didn't ask for clarification tony, that was a yes or no question and she's not adding on if she doesn't have to. ]

Truth or dare?

[fe_male]

[ yeah yeah he figured that would happen after how he just answered yours ]

Gimme truth again.

[boughtabookstore]

[ y u p. give her a moment to think and order another drink, because actual coherent thought is getting kind of hard at this point. ]

Howww. How many people have you had sex with since you got here?

[fe_male]

[ pause.

after a moderate number of moments: ] Wait, did you say how many people or how many times?

[boughtabookstore]

How many people. [ she's fairly certain that's what she said, at least. ]

[fe_male]

Easier to count. I think seven.

[boughtabookstore]

[ A slight toast with her glass, and then she sets it down and doesn't order another one for the moment, because she's starting to realize she's at the point where downing alcohol like it's going out of style is actually a Bad Idea. How long this good judgment will last is questionable. ]

Well done. [ weighing pros and cons for a moment. ] Truth.

[fe_male]

[ is there a point like that he isn't that familiar with that kind of realization ]

Thank you. What's your type?

[boughtabookstore]

[ it's the sort of realization slightly responsible people make, of course he's not familiar with it. ]

My superiors. [ she's just going to keep going like that wasn't a thing she said that maybe she shouldn't have. ] Logical people. I don't really have a physical type.

[fe_male]

[ ...hey ]

Oh? [ fascinating. ] Yeah, I can see that. More the brain-attraction than the body format. I pick truth again because I don't want to get off this stool. [ Because he's not sure he can right now without potentially sliding to the floor as well. ]

[boughtabookstore]

[ hey what?

and yeah well. she's never going to acknowledge having said that again unless forced to. ] Looks don't actually matter much in bed. [ see that's why she temporarily stopped drinking. ] What's the biggest lie you've ever told?

[fe_male]

Just the parts and the way they fit together, right?

[ He downs the last bit in that glass when she asks, sets it down on the bar and lets his eyes stay downcast with it, considering. Thinking. Meanwhile, his other hand outside his field of vision is circling for another round and then falls back down by his side.

He talks, and he doesn't bullshit because yeah that line is suddenly starting to get really fuzzy, but he says it mostly to the bar top. ] That I was okay after my parents died.

[ a beat, and then all smiles. back to you. ] Your turn.

[boughtabookstore]

Just the way things fit together. [ And that's a pleased with herself smile of memory.

... Oh. Well, yeah, that's a pretty big lie there, and not one she feels inclined to follow up with at all. She matches his smiles with a return to her calmly neutral expression, lifts her hand for another glass because there goes that good judgment out the window. ]

Truth. Not risking movement either.

[fe_male]

[ yeah, well, there's a reason these games are played when one or more parties is drunk. the fun stuff doesn't start being said until you're well into it.

although he didn't mean to actually sober things down that much. whoops. he's glad he could make sure you keep drinking. ]

Movement is bad. I think it's happening whether I want it to or not though. Every time I move my head. What are you afraid of, and if you're boring and say 'death' you have to specify what kind.

[boughtabookstore]

[ it's cool, she's not frowning. it was just a more than slightly unexpected answer.

and she's definitely still drinking at this point, because you know what why not. ]

Room spinning? [ hey that's - urgh. she sighs. ] I'm not afraid of dying. I'm afraid of surviving when others died for or because of me. [ said as straightforwardly as possible. ] Truth or dare.

[fe_male]

[ well. fuck. this game is going very seriously places very fast. wasn't that what the whole point of this was to get away from? like, really.

so he's quiet for a moment as yinsen, right. ]

Dare. [ too much truth for a while. ]