[Oof, something about her reaction just makes this that much harder. He'd hoped she'd laugh along with him more easily.
He sighs and slouches in his seat.]
Asked me to spend the whole mission like I had a crush on you. They didn't make me do it, that was my choice. I didn't think I'd be any good at it, to be honest.
[No, he figured he'd be able to pull it off, actually, that's the annoying part. He should spend more time acting the part of a terrible actor, but the last four years of that were mind-numbing sometimes.]
[She's not disappointed, and it shouldn't bother her at all. She's almost done worse when it came to her own goals she had been given, but it still does. She thought he was looking out for her because he cared, before it felt like it was something more than that.
Frowning, Daisy looks down at her hands for a minute.]
[No need to even think about that response, it's out quickly. He frowns, but his own discomfort clearly ought to be second to hers, in his mind.]
Not the crush, but the rest of it. You're a good partner. We work well together. I like talking to you. I wouldn't change much about any of what I did, and I was scared of misleading you the whole time. You know, I ... When you were being looked after by the doctors, I still would've stayed to make sure you were all right.
[Maybe he could have. Maybe that would still work. Who knows what the orbs want, what counts and what doesn't.
It looks like she wants an answer, though, and maybe it's not the worst thing to give her an honest one. Payment for how he behaved the last month.]
I don't tell people a lot of things.
[That's probably not the answer she wanted, but it's true, and he frowns, having admitted it.]
Not used to working with people. So I'm used to keeping everything to myself, figuring it's better to do that and move on when the work's done. I know this is different, but, well. Old habits.
[Nodding in understanding, Daisy smiles sadly because she can definitely relate to that. She used to think it was easier, taking care of things on her own. Not getting anyone else involved.]
For someone whose not used to working with people, you're pretty good at it.
[They've worked on a few missions at this point, so she feels as though she's got a good judge on him as a person.]
You make it easier. You know what you're doing, you're good at it, and you make it... fun, I guess.
[But he knows how all that sort of sounds, coming on the heels of the last month and all the compliments involved, and so he gives her a smile that's uncertain, a bit crooked.]
Like I said, the act wasn't a hard one. Mostly just tried to do better about saying what I thought. I think if I liked someone like that, I'd just be more open with them more often and that's the only real difference.
[He thinks. It's hard to be sure. Another honest, and somewhat unfortunate, admission - who at his age hasn't fallen in love at least once? But again the willingness to be honest is his own best indication that he cares about her, even if it's not romantic.]
[Daisy smiles tightly at that because she's awful at taking compliments. It does make her feel good to hear something like that though, that she makes him feel comfortable at least.]
Yeah, well, I was kind of an ass myself. So we'll just call it even and pretend it never happened?
You're... fine with that? Because that works for me.
[That's what he'd hoped she'd want, after all. Just let the last month be the nonsense it was, and then carry on as they were before. He'd expected something else, something harsher, but then, why? Daisy seems so easygoing, so confident, why would she want to make a long-lasting fuss of it?
Hard not to listen to his own insecurities, and he's glad she knows better.]
Heh. No, it's the difference between going out to a bar and having a beer at home.
[One feels a little more like a means to make up for being an idiot than the other, that's all. Or at least, one feels more like a fun thing to do with a friend if you want it to be more than just sitting on the couch with something cheap.
Not that he'd really argue against the latter either, though.]
But, if you're suggesting now's a good time too...
Never a bad time. I don't have anything on hand, but, c'mon, I know there's some in the kitchen somewhere.
[Well, okay, there are bad times, but he's not looking to get drunk and there's no harm in having one now, especially to help make up for his stupidity earlier. He steps forward to get the door for her like the proper gentleman he really isn't, and gestures for her to lead the way.]
What's your favorite, anyway? Don't think I ever asked.
[Consider that one drink he's not picky about, but it wouldn't be his first choice. Not something he's seen much, anyway, so he decides maybe he hasn't really experienced its full ups and downs.]
Yeah, [he chuckles at her remark as he heads on toward the kitchen.] Yeah, I don't know that I can hold my liquor better than anyone else my height, though. I like beer, especially some of the bitter, kinda citrusy ones. If we're talking hard liquor, whiskey's probably what I'd go for first if I had a choice. Which, we do here, don't we? More of a choice than I've seen in a long time.
Two bottles of wine if I drink 'em fast enough. Hits like a truck, though. Or more beer than I've ever managed to keep track of. Whiskey, I'd rather savor. Damn waste of the stuff to just get drunk on it.
[Drinking to get drunk is rarely his goal anyway. Alcoholism is his brother's vice. Rosinante only turns to that sort of drinking when he's feeling especially alone and especially done with the world, and that doesn't happen nearly as often as one might guess if they knew what he'd been through.
The door to the kitchen slides open readily as they approach, so it's time to start digging through the collection of assorted half-finished bottles. People really order all kinds of cool stuff he's never heard of, don't they?]
Not gonna lie, I'd like to see drunk you sometime.
[A pause as she thinks that over...]
Actually, you know what? Maybe it's better I don't. You're clumsy enough when you're sober.
[She's got plenty of examples to pull from too, if he needs any.
While he looks for whatever they're going to have to drink, Daisy grabs two glasses for them. It might as well be a shot glass for Rosi, but there's nothing bigger.]
[Obviously no real offense taken, as he's quick to laugh about it. Also, she's right.
Now, is there whiskey in here? There definitely is. In fact, there are two types. One with some sort of unpronounceable name that has a lot of consonants, and the other has some foreign script he can't manage to translate fully but it's a paler amber color. It's 50-50 as to which is better. He never recognizes the labels in this place.
Maybe Daisy does, so he turns to show her both bottles, one in each hand.]
You recognize either of these? Because if not, I'm thinking we pour both and taste 'em.
[Daisy's smiling the entire time, knowing he's not actually offended. Leaning against the counter while he sifts through different bottles, she squints at the two he's holding.]
I think we should definitely do a taste test.
[She holds the glasses out so he can pour some into each.]
[Some of this one, then, and some of - whoops, spilled a little all over the floor there, but he corrects the pour and the rest winds up in the glass.]
Damn. Hope that's the worse one.
[Oh well. He turns around to put the bottles back on the counter, then gestures with a hand for her to pass him one of the two so he can have a taste.]
[So, take that. He grins and accepts the other glass, then quickly tips some of it back onto his tongue. It has a real kick, but once he's over the initial wide-eyed surprise, it settles into a sweet smokiness that leaves him nodding with appreciation.]
Shame. This one, I think I could get used to. It's different, but in a good way. Here -
[He offers it to her so they can trade. Let's see just how bad the bad one really is.]
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He sighs and slouches in his seat.]
Asked me to spend the whole mission like I had a crush on you. They didn't make me do it, that was my choice. I didn't think I'd be any good at it, to be honest.
[No, he figured he'd be able to pull it off, actually, that's the annoying part. He should spend more time acting the part of a terrible actor, but the last four years of that were mind-numbing sometimes.]
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[She's not disappointed, and it shouldn't bother her at all. She's almost done worse when it came to her own goals she had been given, but it still does. She thought he was looking out for her because he cared, before it felt like it was something more than that.
Frowning, Daisy looks down at her hands for a minute.]
Was any of it real?
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[No need to even think about that response, it's out quickly. He frowns, but his own discomfort clearly ought to be second to hers, in his mind.]
Not the crush, but the rest of it. You're a good partner. We work well together. I like talking to you. I wouldn't change much about any of what I did, and I was scared of misleading you the whole time. You know, I ... When you were being looked after by the doctors, I still would've stayed to make sure you were all right.
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Okay.
[She finally says, looking up at him, it’s clear now she isn’t mad. All she’s wondering is why he couldn’t tell her sooner.]
You could’ve just told me, about your personal goal.
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It looks like she wants an answer, though, and maybe it's not the worst thing to give her an honest one. Payment for how he behaved the last month.]
I don't tell people a lot of things.
[That's probably not the answer she wanted, but it's true, and he frowns, having admitted it.]
Not used to working with people. So I'm used to keeping everything to myself, figuring it's better to do that and move on when the work's done. I know this is different, but, well. Old habits.
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For someone whose not used to working with people, you're pretty good at it.
[They've worked on a few missions at this point, so she feels as though she's got a good judge on him as a person.]
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[But he knows how all that sort of sounds, coming on the heels of the last month and all the compliments involved, and so he gives her a smile that's uncertain, a bit crooked.]
Like I said, the act wasn't a hard one. Mostly just tried to do better about saying what I thought. I think if I liked someone like that, I'd just be more open with them more often and that's the only real difference.
[He thinks. It's hard to be sure. Another honest, and somewhat unfortunate, admission - who at his age hasn't fallen in love at least once? But again the willingness to be honest is his own best indication that he cares about her, even if it's not romantic.]
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Yeah, well, I was kind of an ass myself. So we'll just call it even and pretend it never happened?
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[That's what he'd hoped she'd want, after all. Just let the last month be the nonsense it was, and then carry on as they were before. He'd expected something else, something harsher, but then, why? Daisy seems so easygoing, so confident, why would she want to make a long-lasting fuss of it?
Hard not to listen to his own insecurities, and he's glad she knows better.]
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Yeah. These missions make us do ridiculous stuff, I get it.
[Daisy holds her hand out to shake his, to make it an 'official' deal.]
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Thanks. I'll make it up to you somehow, all right? Next mission that has a bar, drinks on me.
[He smiles more, an attempt to regain that easy composure they usually have around each other.]
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You say that like there isn't booze here already.
[Thanks to Dean.]
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[One feels a little more like a means to make up for being an idiot than the other, that's all. Or at least, one feels more like a fun thing to do with a friend if you want it to be more than just sitting on the couch with something cheap.
Not that he'd really argue against the latter either, though.]
But, if you're suggesting now's a good time too...
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As good a time as any. Unless you're not feeling like drinking right now?
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[Well, okay, there are bad times, but he's not looking to get drunk and there's no harm in having one now, especially to help make up for his stupidity earlier. He steps forward to get the door for her like the proper gentleman he really isn't, and gestures for her to lead the way.]
What's your favorite, anyway? Don't think I ever asked.
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I'm not that picky, unless it's tequila.
[Because who the hell willingly drinks that crap?]
What about you? Probably takes a lot for you to get tipsy.
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Yeah, [he chuckles at her remark as he heads on toward the kitchen.] Yeah, I don't know that I can hold my liquor better than anyone else my height, though. I like beer, especially some of the bitter, kinda citrusy ones. If we're talking hard liquor, whiskey's probably what I'd go for first if I had a choice. Which, we do here, don't we? More of a choice than I've seen in a long time.
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[She can only imagine it would take at least a few bottles of hard liquor.]
I'm good with whiskey.
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[Drinking to get drunk is rarely his goal anyway. Alcoholism is his brother's vice. Rosinante only turns to that sort of drinking when he's feeling especially alone and especially done with the world, and that doesn't happen nearly as often as one might guess if they knew what he'd been through.
The door to the kitchen slides open readily as they approach, so it's time to start digging through the collection of assorted half-finished bottles. People really order all kinds of cool stuff he's never heard of, don't they?]
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[A pause as she thinks that over...]
Actually, you know what? Maybe it's better I don't. You're clumsy enough when you're sober.
[She's got plenty of examples to pull from too, if he needs any.
While he looks for whatever they're going to have to drink, Daisy grabs two glasses for them. It might as well be a shot glass for Rosi, but there's nothing bigger.]
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[Obviously no real offense taken, as he's quick to laugh about it. Also, she's right.
Now, is there whiskey in here? There definitely is. In fact, there are two types. One with some sort of unpronounceable name that has a lot of consonants, and the other has some foreign script he can't manage to translate fully but it's a paler amber color. It's 50-50 as to which is better. He never recognizes the labels in this place.
Maybe Daisy does, so he turns to show her both bottles, one in each hand.]
You recognize either of these? Because if not, I'm thinking we pour both and taste 'em.
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[Daisy's smiling the entire time, knowing he's not actually offended. Leaning against the counter while he sifts through different bottles, she squints at the two he's holding.]
I think we should definitely do a taste test.
[She holds the glasses out so he can pour some into each.]
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[Some of this one, then, and some of - whoops, spilled a little all over the floor there, but he corrects the pour and the rest winds up in the glass.]
Damn. Hope that's the worse one.
[Oh well. He turns around to put the bottles back on the counter, then gestures with a hand for her to pass him one of the two so he can have a taste.]
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Maybe yours should go in a sippy cup.
[Handing him his glass, Daisy licks the alcohol that's dripping down her hand and already is regretting it. It tastes awful.]
Definitely not this one.
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[So, take that. He grins and accepts the other glass, then quickly tips some of it back onto his tongue. It has a real kick, but once he's over the initial wide-eyed surprise, it settles into a sweet smokiness that leaves him nodding with appreciation.]
Shame. This one, I think I could get used to. It's different, but in a good way. Here -
[He offers it to her so they can trade. Let's see just how bad the bad one really is.]
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