ah, they're on american laws, are they? hmm~ I don't know if I should~ Though perhaps I can make an exception if you let me drink from you after you've had some. So you aren't left drinking alone, you see.
[Totally altruistic, yep.]
What kind would you like?
[Look, he'll do it anyway, but he has to try his luck first.]
what do u get wasted off my blood if im wasted or something?? beer is fine wine would be quicker if u want 2 get anything from my blood just no moonshine thats all we got where im from its garbage
nah arven would freak meet on the roof once the sun is down??/ like before? just without going in2 the nakedya thing this time
[ That would have been his bright idea for the possible werewolf-sitting request he had for Celeste before. The roof, in the Nekyia, all for nothing since his lycanthropy hadn't activated.
And that's exactly where he'll be around that time, just in the real world rather than the weird demon-filled one a step to the side of reality. ]
[Should they? No. Will they have to? Probably. Please don't drink everything, Eli, you will Die.]
...Drinking in the nekiya sounds like the worst idea.
[So, yeah, that's agreement, and he'll show up not long after Eli, with... probably entirely too many multicolored bottles. For claiming to have standards, he sure did pull mid-range, sugary nonsense, but! They'll taste good! And hit hard!
So he'll sit. And set them all down with the distinct clatter of... plastic bottles... and will watch Eli closely to see what he might gravitate to.]
[ They should really consider bringing chairs up here if this is going to become a Thing, but for now, Eli, who was chilling with his back against an A/C unit, gives the colorful bottles a wide-eyed look. Whoa! ]
Holy shit, I don't even know half the fruits on these!
[ Apocalyptic Australia is a sad place. In the end, he'll first reach for the melon one and crack the top open to sniff it. ]
[ They don't have to acknowledge it becoming a Thing. It's just that a comfy old couch would make for improved drinking (alcohol and blood) conditions, right? ]
Are there candy versions of fruit?
[ Looks like Celeste guessed that one right. He's had sweet things rarely. That certainly is enough to encourage him to take a tentative sip. Oh. Oh! He jerks his head back to give the bottle a surprised look. ]
[ Arven: the healthy food friend versus Celeste: the unhealthy food friend. Fight. ]
Ha, you really are going to end up spoiling me.
[ He can get himself candy, Celeste! They don't card for that! He'll take a longer swig of the melon schnapps before screwing the cap back on and perusing the other options. ]
It's fine. I'll stop once I start feeling a buzz, alright? Hmm. Did you have a favorite fruit? Was it any of these?
[Consider instead: they both gang up on Eli to make him Try New Things.]
Someone has to.
[But has he gotten himself candy yet?? No, apparently not!]
Good boy. [Requisite affectionate hair ruffle! But really, he's glad to hear Eli won't push it too far just because there's New Things To Try. It's not like there won't be more chances in the future, anyway.
But the question does give him pause, makes him look back at the row of bottles.]
I did... It's not here, not really. The sour apple would be different. Raspberry would be the next best one, I think.
[ Complain as he does, it is nice. He sort of hates that it is. With a grumble, he grabs the raspberry bottle and opens that next. He'll take a swig of that, too. ]
Huh. This one is pretty good, too. Probably better than the melon, even. [ Yeah, he's taking another drink of that. ] So. If sour apple is too different from your favorite, does that mean just normal apples are what you liked?
[So yeah, that's a no. Ironically, he probably would have stopped by now if Eli genuinely hated it instead of putting up a nominal fuss every time. So it goes.]
Mhm. From what I understand, sour apple is one of those artificial flavors made for the sake of being sour candy, and I was turned long before the flavor was invented.
[Not real ones, of course, but. Well. Look how bright green that bottle is, that's definitely all artificial, baby.]
Real ones, the red ones, anyway, are... sweet, and crisp, and they're even decent before they're ripe and for a while after they're at their best. Easy enough to steal, too, for someone who might need something healthy for once.
Yeah, but! [ Huff. Honestly, this guy... ] Fine. Just. Reel it in around other people, okay? I don't care what you do in private.
[ He should probably have reworded that. Anyway, he drinks a little more of the raspberry before setting that aside, too, and reaching for the oh so artificial sour apple. He's curious! ]
We do get apples sometimes, but I remember going out to pick quandong. Folks say it tastes kind of like apricots, I guess? Other than that, we have a lot of plums that grow wild out there. Those are alright, too.
...Alright. [He actually relents on that! Wow! Buuut since they are in private, he'll do one more little ruffle for good measure. And, yeah, he should have probably reworded that, but he'll let it go. For now.]
You should see about taking things back, if trying to beat up the goddess doesn't upset her too much.
[Bring seeds and agriculture back to the post apocalypse by the power of jamjar magic, Eli. Surely nothing could go wrong there.]
[It's okay, he'll try again once he is, just to see if he'll lean in and do a metaphorical tail-wag.]
Mm, you still have to figure out how to get her attention, though.
[It seemed like talking shit got her attention on the network that one time, but... that doesn't mean she'd have a productive conversation from a start like that.
Anyway, Eli's reaction to the sour does get an actual, genuine laugh out of him. Nothing coy or mocking there, this time, just amusement.]
Bleh, I sure did, and, you know what? [ He screws the cap back on that one and sets it aside. ] Manlayer can have this one when he wakes up.
[ Also known as Manslayer, also known as, of course, Izou, but Eli is forever a rude shit. Of course, he's going to make fun of the guy's chosen nickname. ]
You're right. I mean, I know one way of getting her attention, but I just have to actually manage it. Successfully, anyway. No idea what she counts as proof of a bond or connection or whatever.
A gift of friendship from the two of us for enduring all that.
[Rude shit x2 combo.]
I'd imply meeting up here again is proof enough, but that would almost be inviting her to join us. Perhaps we'll leave her an empty bottle, eventually.
Hell, why not go drinking at her temple next time? Maybe she will come out to join us. Wouldn't that be a riot?
[ It would either go well or end with them both super cursed. Life's an adventure like that. He'll try a few more bottles; all the super sour ones join the sour apple in the "for Izou" collection, along with banana and grapefruit.
Ultimately, Eli settles on the "Wild Strawberry" bottle as the favorite of the evening, but he doesn't make it much further past a quarter of the bottle before setting it down. He did say he'd stop when he felt buzzed, after all. He might be a liiiittle past buzzed, actually. ]
Alright, alright, I think that's enough taste testing for me.
What, do you want me to lay you over the altar to bite you? She shouldn't get mad about that, it's bonding.
[How very Sabbat of you, Eli. And, probably, a guaranteed way to get them both extra super cursed. Or laughed at and put in horny jail by the goddess. Or married? Probably not married. Truly an adventure, regardless.
It's easy enough to settle into companionable silence while taste-testing commences, watching the unfamiliar sky between flavors shuffling, but with the last set aside, he does look back to Eli, head tilted to the side already in a question.]
Do you have a preference where I bite?
[It's only polite to ask, since, you know, the neck is traditional but also wildly intimate!]
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linknet2024-07-25 08:00 pm
o hi there
hmm~
I don't know if I should~
Though perhaps I can make an exception if you let me drink from you after you've had some.
So you aren't left drinking alone, you see.
[Totally altruistic, yep.]
What kind would you like?
[Look, he'll do it anyway, but he has to try his luck first.]
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beer is fine
wine would be quicker if u want 2 get anything from my blood
just no moonshine thats all we got where im from
its garbage
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Anything in your system would transfer to me.
(...And with the blood loss, you'll feel more drunk, I suspect.)
Moonshine.
Eli.
You think I'd get you moonshine?
[Please, he has standards.
...Well, like, he'd get it if he asked for it specifically, but there'd be judgement.]
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i have no idea what else there is
we have shitty beer and shittier moonshine
thats it
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Do you want to get drunk quickly, or do you want it to taste good?
Or both?
[Does he need to rock your world with something fancy, Eli? Because he might.]
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then both obviously
[ Do it, Celeste. As a treat. ]
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Both is very possible.
Now, where should we meet? I trust you don't want to drink in front of Arven, and my new roommate would also probably fret.
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nah
arven would freak
meet on the roof once the sun is down??/ like before?
just without going in2 the nakedya thing this time
[ That would have been his bright idea for the possible werewolf-sitting request he had for Celeste before. The roof, in the Nekyia, all for nothing since his lycanthropy hadn't activated.
And that's exactly where he'll be around that time, just in the real world rather than the weird demon-filled one a step to the side of reality. ]
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...Drinking in the nekiya sounds like the worst idea.
[So, yeah, that's agreement, and he'll show up not long after Eli, with... probably entirely too many multicolored bottles. For claiming to have standards, he sure did pull mid-range, sugary nonsense, but! They'll taste good! And hit hard!
So he'll sit. And set them all down with the distinct clatter of... plastic bottles... and will watch Eli closely to see what he might gravitate to.]
I've heard these are dangerous.
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Holy shit, I don't even know half the fruits on these!
[ Apocalyptic Australia is a sad place. In the end, he'll first reach for the melon one and crack the top open to sniff it. ]
Huh. Smells strong, that's for sure.
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No? I believe this will be more akin to the candy version of the fruits, as well...
[...Does Apocalyptic Australia have candy? Is he about to be hit with New Fruit and Very Sweet and Liquor all at once?
...He kind of hopes so, honestly.]
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Are there candy versions of fruit?
[ Looks like Celeste guessed that one right. He's had sweet things rarely. That certainly is enough to encourage him to take a tentative sip. Oh. Oh! He jerks his head back to give the bottle a surprised look. ]
That is sweet!
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Mmhm. I'll get you some tomorrow.
[Skipping entirely over the "try the real version, dumbass" - that can be Arven's job.
But the reaction does get him to lean forward a bit. He's absolutely enjoying it vicariously by watching, don't mind him.]
Ah- careful, though, it is stronger than your 'shitty beers'.
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Ha, you really are going to end up spoiling me.
[ He can get himself candy, Celeste! They don't card for that! He'll take a longer swig of the melon schnapps before screwing the cap back on and perusing the other options. ]
It's fine. I'll stop once I start feeling a buzz, alright? Hmm. Did you have a favorite fruit? Was it any of these?
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Someone has to.
[But has he gotten himself candy yet?? No, apparently not!]
Good boy. [Requisite affectionate hair ruffle! But really, he's glad to hear Eli won't push it too far just because there's New Things To Try. It's not like there won't be more chances in the future, anyway.
But the question does give him pause, makes him look back at the row of bottles.]
I did... It's not here, not really. The sour apple would be different. Raspberry would be the next best one, I think.
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You really aren't going to cut that out, are you?
[ Complain as he does, it is nice. He sort of hates that it is. With a grumble, he grabs the raspberry bottle and opens that next. He'll take a swig of that, too. ]
Huh. This one is pretty good, too. Probably better than the melon, even. [ Yeah, he's taking another drink of that. ] So. If sour apple is too different from your favorite, does that mean just normal apples are what you liked?
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You admitted you like it.
[So yeah, that's a no. Ironically, he probably would have stopped by now if Eli genuinely hated it instead of putting up a nominal fuss every time. So it goes.]
Mhm. From what I understand, sour apple is one of those artificial flavors made for the sake of being sour candy, and I was turned long before the flavor was invented.
[Not real ones, of course, but. Well. Look how bright green that bottle is, that's definitely all artificial, baby.]
Real ones, the red ones, anyway, are... sweet, and crisp, and they're even decent before they're ripe and for a while after they're at their best. Easy enough to steal, too, for someone who might need something healthy for once.
[AnYWAY-]
What about you? What have you even had?
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[ He should probably have reworded that. Anyway, he drinks a little more of the raspberry before setting that aside, too, and reaching for the oh so artificial sour apple. He's curious! ]
We do get apples sometimes, but I remember going out to pick quandong. Folks say it tastes kind of like apricots, I guess? Other than that, we have a lot of plums that grow wild out there. Those are alright, too.
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You should see about taking things back, if trying to beat up the goddess doesn't upset her too much.
[Bring seeds and agriculture back to the post apocalypse by the power of jamjar magic, Eli. Surely nothing could go wrong there.]
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Eh, I already ditched the "beat up the goddess" plan. Izou's an idiot, but he's right; it was a shitty idea. I still want to talk to her, though.
[ Sour green apple bottle opened, sip taken, and Eli immediately jerks away from it, holding it further afar as if it had just bit him. ]
Pfah! Too sour! That isn't anything like an apple!
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Mm, you still have to figure out how to get her attention, though.
[It seemed like talking shit got her attention on the network that one time, but... that doesn't mean she'd have a productive conversation from a start like that.
Anyway, Eli's reaction to the sour does get an actual, genuine laugh out of him. Nothing coy or mocking there, this time, just amusement.]
At least you tried it once~
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[ Also known as Manslayer, also known as, of course, Izou, but Eli is forever a rude shit. Of course, he's going to make fun of the guy's chosen nickname. ]
You're right. I mean, I know one way of getting her attention, but I just have to actually manage it. Successfully, anyway. No idea what she counts as proof of a bond or connection or whatever.
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[Rude shit x2 combo.]
I'd imply meeting up here again is proof enough, but that would almost be inviting her to join us. Perhaps we'll leave her an empty bottle, eventually.
fast forwarding a lil
[ It would either go well or end with them both super cursed. Life's an adventure like that. He'll try a few more bottles; all the super sour ones join the sour apple in the "for Izou" collection, along with banana and grapefruit.
Ultimately, Eli settles on the "Wild Strawberry" bottle as the favorite of the evening, but he doesn't make it much further past a quarter of the bottle before setting it down. He did say he'd stop when he felt buzzed, after all. He might be a liiiittle past buzzed, actually. ]
Alright, alright, I think that's enough taste testing for me.
o/
[How very Sabbat of you, Eli. And, probably, a guaranteed way to get them both extra super cursed. Or laughed at and put in horny jail by the goddess. Or married? Probably not married. Truly an adventure, regardless.
It's easy enough to settle into companionable silence while taste-testing commences, watching the unfamiliar sky between flavors shuffling, but with the last set aside, he does look back to Eli, head tilted to the side already in a question.]
Do you have a preference where I bite?
[It's only polite to ask, since, you know, the neck is traditional but also wildly intimate!]
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