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Post by Bobby Drake on Apr 19, 2007 2:10:01 GMT
> "‘stralia, since you’re asking."
Bobby’s surprised by the answer almost as much as by the fact John answered him in the first place. Australia? How’d he get – He’s distracted by Marie’s face when she drinks, which makes him laugh, which makes him feel guilty… it’s not quite nice to feel superior to your girlfriend, after all, or at least not to let it show. Besides, it’s not like he’s all that sophisticated in matters alcoholic, himself, so he’s hardly in a position to be smug about it.
(For about the seventeenth time since this little game began, he pushes aside the embarrassing memory of the last – and first – time he played it. While he’s at it, he also pushes aside the question of why it’s so important to him to seem good at drinking games. “Fitting in” almost works as an explanation, as long as he doesn’t think too hard about the fact that neither Josh nor Marie seem all that interested.)
> " I …never… played this game before tonight."
That makes him laugh again, this time less rudely. "That’s brilliant!"
> " Fuckin’ hell lads, I think she’s trying to get us drunk."
He nods, taking the bottle from Marie’s gloved hand and giving it a small squeeze. He takes a small sip and hands it to John. "Well, in your case it doesn’t take much work, really…."
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Post by Pyro on Apr 19, 2007 2:52:10 GMT
< Well, in your case it doesn’t take much work, really
”S’a tough job, teaching you kids to drink” - he grins casually, his tone bright (perky, almost, except that that’s totally the wrong word for John) taking the proffered bottle with a slight and somehow almost mocking why, thank you nod - ”but someone has to do it. Important life lessons for the well-adjusted gene freak; Scooter’d be proud”
… hmm. This means he has to come up with the question, right?
Should’ve thought of that before suggesting this as a game, because it’s now that the *kids* thing becomes all the more apparent; what is there that they’ve done which he hasn’t? All the sorts of tangents you’d normally take, upping the stakes until it gets ridiculous, are useless because unless he’s very much mistaken they’ve not even taken the first step on any of those ladders. Ah, fuck…. John takes a deep draught of the Jack’s, in marked contrast to everyone else’s tentative sips and disgusted winces, and ponders.
Of course, he could just go down those routes and accept the penalty drink… but that’d be boring, and pointless, and… uch, it’d been making more confessions and he’s not quite far enough away from sober for that yet. Not even edging into drunk. Not even slightly, nope…
He thinks back to the previous question, shrugs, and goes with ”I’ve never been to Canada” which is lame, but is a safe call for Rogue at least, and her disgusted expression is pretty cute amusing.
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