man I don't even know

[canceller]

[It's been less than 24 hours since he landed back here, and already Jeremiah's finding himself breathing easier. It's drier here, the winter colder, and he welcomes it, in spite of years in Area 11. The mainland will always be his home, after all.

Pendragon sometimes feels less so, and other times more. It still feels like fate brought him here, it just depends on how surreal that particular moment feels to him. Right now, all he can do is keep strolling about the grounds, gaze sweeping the gardens, the sprawling build of the place, the mountains in the distance.

It's good to be back.]

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[explores]

Haaaah, alright... then we'll toast to you being back home where you belong.

[ Tipping his glass out. hit me back one time playa clink that shit ]

[canceller]

[Try saying that aloud next time, you're sure to get a hilarious response out of it.]

Much better. [He raises his glass and clinks them together.] To homecoming.

[explores]

[ Taking a proper sip this time, with his fingers curled around the glass just so and his pinky out in an unironic, measured sort of way and everything perfectly exact just like he was taught.

And then after that initial delicate sip he throws his head back and knocks the rest of the glass back like he's taking shots. ]

Haaah! Fantastic. Even if it seems to have suddenly gotten more boring in here, at least we kicked it off properly. So that's enough of that! [ Nudge. ] Welcome home, Orange.

[canceller]

[He simply watches the action mid-sip with faint distaste, swallowing with little hurry before opening his mouth again.]

Properly? If you're going to drink wine like this in such a manner I'm not sure I shouldn't confiscate the entire bottle for myself so it doesn't go to waste.

[explores]

Oh, whatever. You can have it, except then you'd get a hundred times more inebriated than me and I'd be even more bored.

[canceller]

You know, the more you make these claims, the less I'm inclined to go get something of my own more suited to your... [He pauses and smirks, trying to think of a somewhat-nice way of putting it.] drinking style.

[explores]

My drinking style, hah? Do you even know what kind of stuff I'd prefer-?

[ Helping himself to a particularly large chunk of cheese. ]

[canceller]

Well, you could either trust me to give you something that will get the job done, or you could give me a hint. I'm sure I have something that'll fit the bill.

[explores]

Hmmm... I suppose I trust your judgment. After all, I got it on the first try, you could hardly show your face again if you don't do as well.

[canceller]

Well as you say, I'm not a difficult read. But for you...

[He thinks it over, swirling his wine before taking a sip and setting it down on the table, heading off towards the door and munching on that cracker finally.]

I'll be back in a moment.

[explores]

Okay.

[ Smiling as innocently as can be and taking a seat on the side of his bed to wait. And also eat a lot of cheese and crackers. ]

[canceller]

[He returns shortly afterwards, having raided his own bar, small as it might be; he's not one for complicated mixing, but he's got a few basic ingredients. And while it's not much, thankfully, he returns with a bottle of clear liquid and a pair of shotglasses. Just in case.]

I think this might do the trick.

[Which is when he sets it down, label facing Gino so he can see. Yeah, that's triple sec alright.]

[explores]

[ He leans forward to take a peek at the label and grins when he realizes what it is, reaching out to take the bottle. When he looks up it's with no shortage of I know what you're doing, and he twists the cap off without any further ado. ]

I guess you know me better than I thought, after all.

[canceller]

Ah ah- [He snatches the bottle out of his hand deftly, pouring him a modestly-sized shot and handing that to him instead.] I also know to keep an eye on you. I've never seen you shitfaced before, and I don't intend to have tonight to be a first in that regard.

[explores]

[ He serves up a heaping helping of Pouting, but doesn't voice protests. Just takes the shot and hovers over it for a moment. ]

Why not, you worried I might do something crazy and unexpected?

[ Get it, because he always does something crazy and unexpected. Also, slurping that shot down as noisily as possible, specifically to be a little shit. ]

[canceller]

[Jeremiah just reaches back for his wine glass, shaking his head.] I already know that part is inevitable. I'm just ensuring it doesn't involve you also vomiting all over your floor.

[explores]

If you really want to babysit me that badly!

[ Holding his shot glass out again. ]

Can I get a refill, Pops?

[canceller]

Give that one a minute first.

[Sorry kiddo, he's taking the shotglass and setting it on the table before taking a sip of wine and raising a brow at him. wut u gon do bout it]

[explores]

[ Pull a rude face at him and fold his arms over his knees, is what. ]

Geez, maybe "Pops" was too casual. I should have gone with Dad. Maybe even Grandpa.

[canceller]

Do you want to end your night throwing up or not?

[Casually stands all up in his space just so he can glare down his nose at Gino. Which feels good to do, for fucking once.]

[explores]

[ Pointedly ignores him. Only to deflect any overtures of dominance away entirely, looking somewhere else in the room. ]

[canceller]

[Yeah he's not looking away. Even his robo eye is locked on your face, buddy.

Sip.]

[explores]

[ Folds his arms!!!!! But eventually he gets around to looking back at him, staring unblinking for... well, by normal people standards, a pretty decently long time. Can't beat the robo eye though, and he blinks hard when it finally happens. ]

See anything interesting?

[canceller]

Not yet.

[Sip. Jeez here he was criticizing Gino and he's almost done with his glass. Whoops, refill time.]

[explores]

[ WOW RUDE!!! Looking pointedly away again. ]

I see.