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

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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. ]

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[ 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.

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[ 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.

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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. ]

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[ It totally was the point to get away, but then they both had to go for the harder questions. The ones without convenient easy answers.

Nobody can really accuse them of being good at this.

Also it takes her a little while to come up with anything, because that requires thinking and thinking is getting harder. ]

Serenade somebody in this room.

[fe_male]

[ Oh, man, that's going to require... a lot of coordination. He blinks at her for a moment, then swivels to look around the room. Sure, he can do that. He just needs... to find someone who looks suitable. And pick out a song he thinks he can remember most of the words to right now ^{* note to myself that you did pick one it's in your other tab}. ]

If they're at a table can I do the whole table?

[boughtabookstore]

[ Alll the coordination, she's looking forward to the results of this. ]

Yes. That would count.

[fe_male]

Awesome. [ Because he picked someone out, but they joined a table of other people. Which works, because then he can sing to alternate people but mostly just to the one anyway.

But okay, right. He's got to stand up for this. He can do that. And actually, he can, he can stand pretty well, he's got lots of practice standing up and walking and moving and acting like he isn't half as drunk as he actually is.

BUT GUESS WHAT HE SINGS. I can be your hero baby. Aw yeah. Very apropos. And because he's also RDJ I claim reasonably well that he sings well, albeit not the way that one might expect him to be singing. Hoarser. But well anyway. So. He winds up totally not stumbling back over - and actually sort of not stumbling, mostly - but he slides back into the chair after a vaguely convincing performance. ] What'd you think?

[boughtabookstore]

[ That really is quite impressive standing despite being pretty drunk. Given that they've been drinking for 150 something comments now and he'd already been drinking before that, really. A lot of practice must have gone into that.

She hides a smile in her drink and listens, even tapping her foot at appropriate amounts, and golf claps for a little bit when he returns. ]

Nicely done. Good pitch. Or tone, whichever one it's called.

[fe_male]

[ yes, well, he won't be walking very much for a while after that. depends on how keen her own senses are, but he can barely tell where the floor is anymore. it was legitimately just instinct that got him here to there and back again.

he raises whatever's left in his glass in salute. ]

Why thank you, thank you. I have no idea. I didn't have the vocal track at school.

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[ she's pretty sure if she tries to stand up she'll be on the floor shortly afterwards, and she's been pacing herself relatively well. (moderation!)

she raises her glass back, takes a sip, and then cracks her neck and eyes the rest of it. ]

Truth.

[fe_male]

[ moderation is for pussies.

although he's about to just ask for some water because goddamn. maybe a little too much. ]

First kiss.

[boughtabookstore]

[ just maybe. ]

Uhhh. [ beat, squinting as she thinks back. ] If you mean first genuine kiss, my ROTC platoon leader freshman year of college. Jean. Lovely girl, great breasts, we hooked up at a party and pretended it never happened.

[fe_male]

[ Yeah, he's asked for one by now, because he's having some serious trouble keeping things in focus and this isn't anywhere near his apartment. ]

Not bad, not bad, for the first time. Actually that's pretty good for any time, doesn't have to be so confined. Jean. Nice name, although yours is easier to remember.

[boughtabookstore]

[Hers is ... well, right around where his is, except I think a flight or two down. So yeah, she's just going to leave this current drink half finished for now, because she's only in slightly better shape than he is. ]

Yes, I quite thought it was. Mine's easier to remember? [ Mildly, and then without really waiting for an answer. ] Truth or dare?