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edgcofgreat / alec lightwood * !!
“ Yeah, tell me about it. ” Alec shook his head, throwing the napkin back onto the table in frustration. “ Damn it. I liked this one, too. ” He muttered. He didn’t know when he got so into fashion, it almost just happened one day. Still, he certainly wasn’t complaining. He knew he was a handsome guy, might as well draw some attention to it. “ In my opinion, there’s nothing wrong with a fruity drink every once in a while. I just prefer them in a glass, not on my clothes. ”
“well, guess you’ll just have to spill more drinks on it. that way you can say it was all part of the design. you can buy shirts with purposeful HOLES now, after all.” seemed to johanna something that people in the capitol might once have liked. frivolous, ridiculous things to ‘ make a statement. ’ but to her, the only statement it made was how disgusting they truly could be. “perhaps. though if you can’t taste the alcohol, is there even a point ??”
social gatherings weren’t exactly johanna’s thing, but she’d be anywhere that had a good drink. velvet bourbon was one of her favorites because they didn’t stiff on the alcohol like most places did. a few drinks && she was almost happily buzzed, enough at least to not be a total asshole. though, admittedly, she almost laughed at the sight of entertainment. “yeah, people around here are dicks. they never change, not matter where you are.” johanna mused, dark gaze wandering over the stain. “that’s not gonna come out. they like their drinks fruity && dark it seems. an asshole who also has bad taste.”
Alec spent just a little too much time at Velvet Bourbon, but he was a social guy and liked to people-watch. At least, this Alec did. Normally, Alec Lightwood would be off working, or spending time with his family, not slicking his hair back in a small mirror in the corner of the dining room. After he determined that every hair was perfectly in place, he turned and was immediately met with a spilled drink on his shirt. “ Hey, this is brand new! ” He called out to the person who had now completely walked away, as if nothing happened. “ Asshole. ” He muttered, reaching for a napkin to blot at the stain.
wxlksxflxfx / bill denbrough * !!
Listening to her, he wasn’t surprised by the respond that she was having. it was similar to the response that they all were having when they first went back to Derry. None of them remembered anything, and when they did, they all freaked out. Hearing her statement, he shook his head. “I’m sorry Bev, I wish it was. But it isn’t. This is what’s really happening.” If Bill knew of a way to get them all back to their homes, their lives, he would, but he had yet to figure anything out. “A couple of them died. Stan and Eddie. Well, Stan never made it back to Derry, and Eddie didn’t make it out of the fight.” He explained, keeping his voice low. “So far I only know of Mike not having them, but I haven’t talk to the others yet.”
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bill’s words only made her finish off the drink that much sooner. dead. in the bathtub — a thought she couldn’t place but was repeating over && over again. she could hardly imagine it. the group always felt like it was supposed to be seven. five would be incomplete. while she couldn’t remember it, already it felt like parts of her were missing. “— so what you’re saying is whatever is happening here is at least sort of like what happened at home, even the second time ??” focusing on missing memories would only cause stress at the given moment, bev instead tried to focus on something she maybe could somewhat handle. “if that’s the case then we gotta get out.” though hearing of the closed border wouldn’t help the cause. “you reckon whatever thing is blocking the ways out goes underneath the street level ?? that it’d—” she paused, hating to even say it. “— block passageways in the sewers too ??”
edgcofgreat / ben hanscom * !!
Ben couldn’t help the blush that crept onto his cheeks. Jesus, he was a grown man, why was he acting like this? Because it’s Bev, that’s why. “ If it makes you feel any better, I’m sure you’re a more tolerable drunk than I am. ” He got giggly when he drank, and even though he knew that Bev had seen him like that before, something about her seeing him like that still made him nervous. “ Well, something tells me that this isn’t exactly the occasion to order a beer. ” He chuckled softly, looking toward the bar and shaking his head. He'd been in enough formal occasions to know that. “ Which is exactly why I’ve learned to appreciate a good whiskey. ”
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"oh, i don’t know about that ben hanscom ; i can’t see you ever being even remotely intolerable.” how bev behaved while intoxicated depended much on the drink of choice && what happened that night, ranging from the silent overly-emotional type to the happy, affectionate type. ever unpredictable as always. the thought came to her without many other clues, but it felt right. she’d get a clue as to why later that evening. “— you could probably be drunk && still design the prettiest of buildings. architect, right ??” bev mused, only to soon chuckle along with him. “damn, just what i was about to order.” she jested, ordering her usual vodka && mixer — this time cranberry juice. “well, cheers. to you being fancy && us being tolerable drunks.”
