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Post by Sam Revlis on Apr 23, 2012 22:43:18 GMT -5
"As important as solving life's mysteries is to me, I do believe that one may have to spend eternity shrouded in the cold space that is unknowing," answered Sam. He acknowledged, but did not respond to Cross messing with his hair, though lack of response was only due to lack of knowledge as to how he should go about doing so. Oddly enough, Sam found the gesture somewhat endearing. "Sadly, I doubt there is an existing beverage with enough appeal that I might be drawn to consume it to the point of significant intoxication."
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Post by Leanna Cross on Apr 24, 2012 7:06:34 GMT -5
Cross giggled again, she just couldn't help it for some reason. She scoffed and finished off her drink. "It's not one single existing drink that draws the appeal, it's many. You get the chance to try new and different drinks. Just don't take it too far or you'll end up passed out." she replied nodding. Freed brought over another drink with a sweet taste to it. "See, exactly my point. New drink." she giggled and took another drink of it.
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Post by Sam Revlis on Apr 24, 2012 21:54:41 GMT -5
Sam contemplated arguing his point further, but with the state Cross was in (or at least, the state she was headed for), he figured trying to explain himself adequately was likely an exercise in futility. He settled for giving Cross a quizzical look and examining the bottle of the grape wine cooler thing that was the only thing he had been able to consume with more than just tolerance thus far. Suddenly, it occurred to him - he had been capable of enjoying it because it was similar to soda; the carbonation and grape flavor masked the aftertaste of the alcohol.
"What about drinks that use acidic bases, such as sodas and citrus-based fruit juices?" Sam asked Cross. "You may prefer sweet drinks, but I find they do nothing to abate the alcoholic tones of a beverage. Maybe I'd enjoy something that has a flavor capable of overpowering those tones."
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Post by Leanna Cross on Apr 24, 2012 22:40:28 GMT -5
Cross nodded enthusiastically. "I'm not sure what they're called but I'm sure Freed here can hook ya up." she replied waving the man over and filling him in on the request. He came back a moment later with a few drinks for Sam to try. There were different flavors. She was hoping he'd find one he quite liked. Drinking alone was never fun.
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Post by Sam Revlis on Apr 24, 2012 23:21:08 GMT -5
Sam surveyed the various choices and selected one that just looked like Coke. He gave it a sip, but even the power of the cola couldn't suppress the bite of whatever alcohol it was spiked with. Freed laughed at the face Sam made and informed him that perhaps Jack and Coke wasn't his drink. He pushed forward a glass of what appeared to be orange juice. Sam tried it, and found that the only difference between it and unmodified orange juice seemed to be a slight kick. He finished the drink and soon after detected the effects of the alcohol somewhere out of reach in his mind. It didn't really make everything seem funny, nor did it make Sam feel very good. As a matter of fact, he found the sensation of consciously feeling his mental sharpness unnerving at best.
"And you're positive that this is supposed to be fun...?" Sam asked, fighting valiantly and barely succeeding to keep a proper hold of his words.
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Post by Leanna Cross on Apr 25, 2012 20:34:27 GMT -5
As Sam discarded a drink she took it and drank it. Hard liquors weren't really her forte but she drank them occasionally. She giggled before speaking. "You know, I can already tell, you're a slow drunk. Good, now you'll be on my level." she winked and nudged him playfully. She sipped her screwdriver, what Sam had recently finished off- much to quick for a new drinker. She asked Freed for something a little lighter for Sam, something that wouldn't have the taste of the alcohol. The barman slid one in front of her clan-mate with a chuckle. "Alright, now try that one. Just don't down it like you did your screwdriver. Slow and easy wins the race."
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Post by Sam Revlis on Apr 25, 2012 21:52:42 GMT -5
Sam looked down at the drink, a clear concotion that smelled of lemon-lime soda. He gave it a sip and found that the tangy flavor of the soda quite effectively hid the alcohol's flavor. The only problem was his suspicion that his general alcohol tolerance was probably sub-par at best. Cross might be able to enjoy this dull, fuzzy feeling, but Sam felt smothered by it.
"Given the traditional friendship paradigm, I'm led to believe that sacrifice for one's friend entitles the one paying said sacrifice to a sort of compensation," Sam mused, unaware that he was thinking aloud. "If that's the case, I certainly hope I'll be repaid for this..." After all, thinking was his bread and butter as a scientist. It was aggravating to have to feel that slowly slipping away.
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Post by Leanna Cross on Apr 25, 2012 21:59:50 GMT -5
Cross finished off her drink just as Freed placed a new one in front of Sam. She giggled at his little speech and nodded enthusiastically. "Don't worry, you can have repayment if you want it tomorrow or sometime." she giggled again and started twisting in her chair while singing some random song.
She was starting to sing louder and as she got to the main chorus she had her arm hung over Sam's shoulder and was swaying. A few guys in the bar had apparently decided to join in also. "All my exes live in Texas! That's why I hang my hat in Tennessee!" She wasn't quite sure where the song had come from or when she'd heard it, but it did have a nice ring to it. She giggled as the song ended and used her free hand to take another drink. "Sammy Sam Sam." She purred placing her head on his shoulder with another giggle. It was official, she was drunk.
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Post by Sam Revlis on Apr 25, 2012 22:08:54 GMT -5
Sam continued to drain the drink as Cross sang. Even if he was anywhere near musically inclined, he was too reserved to try and join in. By the time he finished the drink, Cross had her arm around him and was repeating his name for some unknown reason. By this time, however, Sam had ceased trying to figure anything out. The stupid fuzzy feeling reminded him of other uncomfortable situations; times in his childhood when things were just too unbearable for him to stay awake through. He took a page from his younger self's book and decided it was time to attempt unconsciousness, leaning his head on Cross's shoulder and draping his arm around her for support. Granted, it wasn't exactly socially appropriate to use someone you just met as a pillow in a public establishment, but inebriation appeared to be nothing more than an excuse for inappropriate social conduct, so why the quark not follow the crowd?
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Post by Leanna Cross on Apr 26, 2012 20:26:16 GMT -5
Cross blinked in confusion and glanced over at Sam. He was leaning against her and it seemed like he was starting to fall asleep. She giggled and ruffled his hair playfully. She easily maneuvered her arm around his waist and stood up. She nudged him lightly and smiled. "Come on, walk with me Sammy. Let's get you to headquarters. You can sleep it off there." she said softly as she worked her way to the door.
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Post by Sam Revlis on Apr 26, 2012 20:38:21 GMT -5
"Sleep it off..." Sam repeated, sleep already pervading his consciousness. He managed to stand up with Cross and began walking with her to the door. In the sleep-addled fuzz that was currently reality, Sam tried to keep his arm on his friend's shoulder. A loud snore escaped him as he began to slip a little further away from the realm of the mind that was "awake", and his hand dropped down to a spot Sam hoped with all his faint mind was Cross's waist.
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Post by Leanna Cross on Apr 26, 2012 20:49:00 GMT -5
Cross grabbed Sam's hand before it slipped any lower than her waist and held it in place with her free hand. She chuckled and shook her head. "Aye Freed, stick it on my tab!" she called to the barman who looked like he was having a good laugh at their expense. She got through the door and started down towards the street. Within 10 minutes she was at Kuma Headquarters, all but dragging Sam by then. She'd managed to keep him awake enough to walk on his own most of the way. She found the first available room and placed Sam on it carefully. She rolled him on his side and took off his shoes then pulled up the covers. Tired from overexertion she crashed in the bed on the other side of the small room. They would have a bad hangover in the morning.
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