[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.]
[Daisy scoffs at his 'insult', and maybe it would be believable if she wasn't fighting back a smile.]
Well at least I can keep my balance.
[She watches his face to see what kind of reaction he would have, curious to try it herself when he doesn't have a disgusted look on his face. Switching glasses with him, Daisy takes a small sip. It's not exactly what she'd like, but it's definitely better than the other one.]
What is that?
[She asks, looking at her glass as if she'd be able to place it.]
Like I'd know? Can't even really read the label. Wonder who ordered it.
[With plenty of people saying they'd gotten alcohol, and with Viveca sometimes having to improvise a bit, they might never see that bottle again. Which is maybe a shame, but there's other alcohol out there he can taste the next time around.
He's immediately suspicious of the other glass after Daisy's reaction, but he takes it and has a cautious taste. Licks his lips and squints, then has another taste just to be sure, but,]
Is it just me or does that not even taste like whiskey? It's like someone read about whiskey and then tried to make it with... hell, I dunno, corn and orange peel. Something way off.
Sure. The other one's all right, though, I'd drink that. But, since we're in here...
[Look, he's just going to dump this corn-orange-gross shit down the sink and rinse the glass out, and nobody will ever know. Time for a new bottle. He selects the one that's tallest, since it's easier to grab out from the collection than the shorter bottles, and inspects it. Nice reddish hue, and a pirate-themed label that makes him snort.]
Rum, huh? This Morgan guy looks like a real asshole. Wonder if his drink's any good.
Coke... Oh, that's that weird fizzy sweet shit some of you love, right?
[The grimace on his face is practically audible, and he shakes his head.]
Help yourself, but I'll pass. This one must be from your world though, I take it? I've had rum, but not Earth brands. There's a really excellent little island in East Blue that makes it, though. Bonaroy Island and Bonney-Blue rum. Bottle's blue, though, not the rum itself.
Bringing the soda over to where he's got the rum, Daisy pours herself some of it into her glass before filling it the rest of the way with coke. Smiling as he talks about his home, Daisy hands him the bottle so he can pour himself however much he wants.]
You should see about getting it brought here, I'd try it.
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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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Well at least I can keep my balance.
[She watches his face to see what kind of reaction he would have, curious to try it herself when he doesn't have a disgusted look on his face. Switching glasses with him, Daisy takes a small sip. It's not exactly what she'd like, but it's definitely better than the other one.]
What is that?
[She asks, looking at her glass as if she'd be able to place it.]
It's not bad.
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[With plenty of people saying they'd gotten alcohol, and with Viveca sometimes having to improvise a bit, they might never see that bottle again. Which is maybe a shame, but there's other alcohol out there he can taste the next time around.
He's immediately suspicious of the other glass after Daisy's reaction, but he takes it and has a cautious taste. Licks his lips and squints, then has another taste just to be sure, but,]
Is it just me or does that not even taste like whiskey? It's like someone read about whiskey and then tried to make it with... hell, I dunno, corn and orange peel. Something way off.
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[Watching his reaction, it's hard to tell if he likes it or not. His description of the flavor is...
Odd, but also weirdly right?]
Yeah, now that you mention it...
[Her nose wrinkles up in slight disgust.]
Maybe we should find something else.
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[Look, he's just going to dump this corn-orange-gross shit down the sink and rinse the glass out, and nobody will ever know. Time for a new bottle. He selects the one that's tallest, since it's easier to grab out from the collection than the shorter bottles, and inspects it. Nice reddish hue, and a pirate-themed label that makes him snort.]
Rum, huh? This Morgan guy looks like a real asshole. Wonder if his drink's any good.
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You don't have Captain Morgan where you're from?
[She makes her way over to the fridge, looking to see if they have coke in there. She's not usually keen on Rum straight.]
You want coke for it too?
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[The grimace on his face is practically audible, and he shakes his head.]
Help yourself, but I'll pass. This one must be from your world though, I take it? I've had rum, but not Earth brands. There's a really excellent little island in East Blue that makes it, though. Bonaroy Island and Bonney-Blue rum. Bottle's blue, though, not the rum itself.
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[Somehow that's weirder than snail phones...
Bringing the soda over to where he's got the rum, Daisy pours herself some of it into her glass before filling it the rest of the way with coke. Smiling as he talks about his home, Daisy hands him the bottle so he can pour himself however much he wants.]
You should see about getting it brought here, I'd try it.
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