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.
[Lots of islands he's never been to, lots of vibrant food cultures he's never had the time to explore, sadly. Maybe some day. As far as he can tell, though, he's not missing anything when it comes to soda, so he pours his rum and then knocks back a sip of it.]
I'll have to ask. Viveca seems like she's pretty accommodating. This stuff isn't bad, though. Or maybe that last one burned off all my tastebuds.
Yeah, juice if you've gotta make it stretch further. Or just water if you're really hard up.
[That's what mixers are for, right? Why wouldn't you just drink the alcohol straight if you have plenty of it? Earth folks are a puzzle.
But he's curious, now, so he mulls it over for a moment, has another sip of the rum as it is, then sets his glass down on the counter for her to reach.]
Get desperate on long sea voyages, what can I say.
[He takes the glass back and has a drink, and there's a bit of a crinkle at the corner of his eyes at the combination of carbonation and intense sugar.]
It's not terrible. The rum helps cut through how sweet it is.
[So he has another sip just to be sure, then shrugs.]
Not my preference, but it's better than water if you've gotta put something in it.
Let's see... Four weeks, give or take a few days. Most islands are close enough where two weeks is the most you'd usually spend, but any time you have to cross a calm belt things slow down, then while on the way north into East Blue, which has this big empty part of the ocean before you get to the next island the ship I was on this one time got stalled by a storm we hadn't expected. Still not convinced it was natural. Shredded the sails, broke a mast, so we were basically stranded for a week doing repairs. All the while, there were sea kings passing by just at the horizon, and if the ship wasn't shielded against them we'd have been breakfast.
Huh? Oh, yeah, it was a Marine cruiser, not some little rowboat. They make long journeys relatively comfortable. Three decks, plenty of space. Not meant to handle a storm like that, though, that's for sure.
[Still, comfortable is all relative. He has no problem sleeping in a hammock and tolerating everything being damp and salty for a couple weeks with forty other Marines all in close quarters. The Ximilia is luxurious in comparison.]
'Course, I've had to deal with rowing through a storm before in a dinghy too but that was just for a day or two, not a month.
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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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[Lots of islands he's never been to, lots of vibrant food cultures he's never had the time to explore, sadly. Maybe some day. As far as he can tell, though, he's not missing anything when it comes to soda, so he pours his rum and then knocks back a sip of it.]
I'll have to ask. Viveca seems like she's pretty accommodating. This stuff isn't bad, though. Or maybe that last one burned off all my tastebuds.
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[There's no way they don't have juice...
Right?]
I'm pretty sure anything tastes better than whatever that was.
[Done putting together her drink, Daisy takes a testing sip. That was way better than before. Holding the glass out in offer to him,]
You want to try it?
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[That's what mixers are for, right? Why wouldn't you just drink the alcohol straight if you have plenty of it? Earth folks are a puzzle.
But he's curious, now, so he mulls it over for a moment, has another sip of the rum as it is, then sets his glass down on the counter for her to reach.]
Sure, why not.
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[Setting her glass down, Daisy pours the soda in his glass until he tells her to stop. Asking him once he's had the chance to try it,]
So? What do you think?
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[He takes the glass back and has a drink, and there's a bit of a crinkle at the corner of his eyes at the combination of carbonation and intense sugar.]
It's not terrible. The rum helps cut through how sweet it is.
[So he has another sip just to be sure, then shrugs.]
Not my preference, but it's better than water if you've gotta put something in it.
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So you'll finish it?
[She leans against the counter, taking a sip of her drink.]
What's the longest you've been at sea for?
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Let's see... Four weeks, give or take a few days. Most islands are close enough where two weeks is the most you'd usually spend, but any time you have to cross a calm belt things slow down, then while on the way north into East Blue, which has this big empty part of the ocean before you get to the next island the ship I was on this one time got stalled by a storm we hadn't expected. Still not convinced it was natural. Shredded the sails, broke a mast, so we were basically stranded for a week doing repairs. All the while, there were sea kings passing by just at the horizon, and if the ship wasn't shielded against them we'd have been breakfast.
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...How'd you guys survive that long? I mean, did you at least have a cabin?
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[Still, comfortable is all relative. He has no problem sleeping in a hammock and tolerating everything being damp and salty for a couple weeks with forty other Marines all in close quarters. The Ximilia is luxurious in comparison.]
'Course, I've had to deal with rowing through a storm before in a dinghy too but that was just for a day or two, not a month.
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[The more she learns about his life, the more she sees just how crazy it was.]
You can survive the sea in a storm, but you trip over your two own feet?
[How has he managed to live this long?]
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