executiveassistant | IC ❥ Voicemail;

Yeah, you know, it's the little touches that make all the difference.

[ but seriously, why are the hallways always so low-lit. ]

[She rolls her eyes skyward.]

I might have to take to carrying around a flashlight. It ruins the ambience, but it's nice to be able to see where I'm going.

Just avoid anyone you see wearing a mask, and you'll be fine.

[ And he actually does mean that. Those masks really fucked some people up. And he doesn't care to see her have an experience like he had with one of those people. ]

[...okay she doesn't know much about that. It was before her time.]

...A mask?

I'm taking it you're not talking about creepy slenderman masks or something out of V for Vendetta.

[ He doesn't recognize the references, but it doesn't really matter, he gets the gist. ]

I don't know what they are. I haven't seen anyone wearing one lately. [ he shrugs. ] Lots of things here make people act weird. I think people let that one get to their heads. Along with a lot of other things.

[ And yes, he has some fresh bruising to show for it. Some paranoid freaks decide they'd like the steal a shuttle and blindly try to get home, and he and his friends in the shuttle bay end up being the ones to pay for that.

He shakes his head, passing it off, as they reach the entrance to the bar. He gestures for her to lead the way in with a smile. ]

Now you can work some of your magic.

[...ah. Well, that sounds unfortunate. But the subject has been changed and she acknowledges that.

Just gonna smile in response and lead the way.]

Now that I can do. Let's get to work on numbing some of that pain.

[ It isn't so much about numbing as it is ignoring. He just wants to enjoy things, and her presence is part of that.

He takes a seat when they get to the bar and lets himself fully relax into the situation, grinning. It hurts more to do so, but it was a lot more his usual way. ]

So what's the prescription, doc?

[Enjoying is good, she can do enjoying. Much better than worrying too much about serious things, even if she's definitely going to be remembering all of this.

But for now, drinks!]

I don't know about you, but I think I could go for a cocktail.

[VODKA MAYBE. who knows, she's mostly here to get him to chill out and calm down, since she's got nothing better to do and it's fun.]

[ Oh, look, no one behind the bar taking on bartender duty. They'll have to fend for themselves today. ]

A cocktail sounds great. Are you doing the honors, or should I?

[She's just going to prop her chin on a hand and arch a delicate eyebrow.]

I don't suppose those bruises have crippled you terribly?

[come on, don't make the lady get the drinks.]

[ He chuckled, starting to make his way around. He wasn't going to let something as minor as this get in the way of having a good time, especially now that he'd started to get used to ignoring it. ]

In the mood for anything in particular?

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[oh, that's better. She nods her satisfaction, considering.]

Mm, not particularly. Surprise me.

[She studies her nails absently. She's a l w a y s got opinions, but sometimes it's interesting to see what others think.]

[ He's got a little bit of flair about mixing cocktails, and he sets about picking out a few bottles with a flourish. None of these tasted quite like their equivalents from home--actually, some of them were more reminiscent of mouthwash--but he'd done his experimenting in the times he'd taken a turn as bartender. ]

You know how it is with this space liquor. But I've worked up something that's not too bad; pretty close to a Long Island. Least, I think so.

[ He sets the glass in front of her when it's ready with a smile. ]

Hope that hits the spot.

[she has to admit, he's got style. So she'll accept that drink and take a tentative sip, humming her pleasure.]

Not bad at all! You've got a knack for this, it seems.

[she smiles, lifting her glass in a toast.]

Cheers.

[ He had taken out a smaller glass for himself and poured out some of the space whiskey for himself. In response to her gesture he raises his glass in return and smiles. ]

I like to think so.

[she sips her drink and considers, looking amused.]

That could suggest either a long history of alcoholism, or a tendency to play bartender--neither of which has to be mutually exclusive of the other.

I'm inclined to give you the benefit of the doubt, though.

[ He chuckles and sets both of his hands on the edge of the bar. ]

Hey, the person who volunteers as bartender gets to hear all the best stories.

[Well she's looking interested at that.]

True enough, true enough. Heard any good stories in your time?

[more fun than dwelling on space suffering, right?]

Oh yeah, all the time. Seems like people always want to share their first-time-drinking stories.

[She purses her lips, rolling her eyes skyward as if giving that quite a bit of contemplation.]

...Hm.

Nope, sorry, not a story I'd be willing to share.

[ He chuckles. ]

You're smarter than most.

[eyebrow arch!]

Here I'd thought that was obvious.

I had plenty of evidence to go on.

[ He puts the bottles back under the counter and picks his glass back up, content to continue to stand across the bar from her for now. ]

[she is glad that her status of Intelligent Person is not in question here, because they wouldn't be friends if it was--

but she arches an eyebrow at him remaining where he is.]

So, barkeep, work long hours here?

Only long enough to get a second glass.

[ With that, he smiled and topped off his whiskey before coming around to sit beside her. The two glasses would probably do him for the night, considering the fact that he was still contending with a bit of a headache. ]

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