[ forgive me i blacked out and suddenly it was 1am. anyway, pretend it's earlier. caelus now has permission to drink--he granted it to himself! and he has brought the vodka to the church because nobody has explained to him yet that you can't just do that. ]
[SOMETIMES THE TIME WARP GETS YOU... He's so valid, though. This is so funny. Lucas isn't going to tell him no drinking in the church because the truth of the matter is, a truly by-the-book Catholic wouldn't be drinking even 1/100th as much as he does.
He's sitting at one of the back pews, but he glances up and over at the "shots?", and there's a little blip of surprise and some distant, vague sort of amusement.]
other than sake, i'm not sure if he's had a lot of straight alcohol. this is fine. he takes a glug and manages not to cough until after he's swallowed. wooooo.
like a real gentleman, wipes the mouth of the bottle off on the collar of his jacket before passing. ]
[THIS IS FINE. Lucas has also not had straight vodka before. He takes the bottle with a murmured thanks, takes a healthy sip, and...]
...Oh, that's not a pleasant flavor at all.
[But he's seemingly largely unaffected by the HORRIBLE TASTE. He will also politely wipe off the mouth of the bottle with the inner sleeve of his shirt since his collar is high and there's no way to use it to wipe with.]
[ but that must mean it's working. healthy things taste worse than junkfood, so vodka must be nutritionally sound. or at least will do its job of easing down the angst.
takes another swig. yup. remains nasty on its own. arrrgh. coughcough (into a fist like a good boy) ]
If I die, I'll just come back. [ not sure whose benefit he says this for ]
[His expression is actually quite mild! He's not very good at repressing his emotions, but he is very good at not showing them externally. UNFORTUNATELY, EMOTIONSHARE.]
...Thank you. My apologies... [For the bad vibes. He'll quietly hold a hand out for the bottle instead of addressing the curiosity just yet.]
[A very contentious soul... He makes a small sound of gratitude and takes another sip.]
The feelings that accompany it were unpleasant. [He knows that much... Taking a second sip and then wiping the bottle top off again.] I'm not very fond of this.
[ generally. caelus has mostly had outright cocktails or straight liquor. he has yet to try an ale or beer. he has apparently sniffed but not (much) consumed the wine. ]
And you could tell me how you're feeling. If you wanted.
It does, yes, by a fair margin. I've heard it's also less potent, but I can't tell, myself...
[His system absorbs alcohol too quickly for him to get drunk so he just drinks for the sake of distraction and perhaps someday being lucky enough to get shitfaced somehow.]
In general? Beyond the feelings that are obvious...? [Because he CAN'T STOP SHARING THEM.]
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Shots?
[ holding the bottle up by the neck ]
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He's sitting at one of the back pews, but he glances up and over at the "shots?", and there's a little blip of surprise and some distant, vague sort of amusement.]
If you'd like, though I don't have any cups.
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[ why would it? he is not confined by things like worrying about accidental spit swappage.
he takes a seat next to lucas and he unscrews the cap. ]
We'll have to guess how much is a shot.
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A decently sized mouthful?
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[ caelus goes first.
other than sake, i'm not sure if he's had a lot of straight alcohol. this is fine. he takes a glug and manages not to cough until after he's swallowed. wooooo.
like a real gentleman, wipes the mouth of the bottle off on the collar of his jacket before passing. ]
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...Oh, that's not a pleasant flavor at all.
[But he's seemingly largely unaffected by the HORRIBLE TASTE. He will also politely wipe off the mouth of the bottle with the inner sleeve of his shirt since his collar is high and there's no way to use it to wipe with.]
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[ but that must mean it's working. healthy things taste worse than junkfood, so vodka must be nutritionally sound. or at least will do its job of easing down the angst.
takes another swig. yup. remains nasty on its own. arrrgh. coughcough (into a fist like a good boy) ]
If I die, I'll just come back. [ not sure whose benefit he says this for ]
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There's a flicker of some sharp and ugly emotion when Caelus adds that last bit, though. A little violent, in a distant and detached sort of way.]
...Please don't say that.
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My mistake. I won't.
[ caelus' curiosity? palpable. but he's controlling his desire to ask for more. ]
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...Thank you. My apologies... [For the bad vibes. He'll quietly hold a hand out for the bottle instead of addressing the curiosity just yet.]
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What are you sorry for? I'm the one who said something you didn't like.
[ the vibes from caelus aren't bad so much as wildly inquisitive ]
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The feelings that accompany it were unpleasant. [He knows that much... Taking a second sip and then wiping the bottle top off again.] I'm not very fond of this.
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[ generally. caelus has mostly had outright cocktails or straight liquor. he has yet to try an ale or beer. he has apparently sniffed but not (much) consumed the wine. ]
And you could tell me how you're feeling. If you wanted.
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[His system absorbs alcohol too quickly for him to get drunk so he just drinks for the sake of distraction and perhaps someday being lucky enough to get shitfaced somehow.]
In general? Beyond the feelings that are obvious...? [Because he CAN'T STOP SHARING THEM.]
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I've been told I'm easy to talk to.
[ so. yes.
also, please do not make him put a name to that testimonial ]
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You have been quite easy to speak with in all the times we've talked, true enough. A natural inclination of yours?
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[ people like to know you're really listening and caelus really listens and then really proves it by needing to know more ]
And I can keep important secrets.
[ sparkles... although it's the wrong week for it so not for real ]
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His emotions are at least seeming to even out a bit as they chat because sometimes things just rile a man and then those things settle down again.]
You did protect Pesto's secret until the literal grave. That's quite impressive, considering the burden you took onto your own shoulders for it.