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[bothbarrels]

 I suppose if you've reached this message I'm not around to accept your contact.
So, you can just leave it here, and I'll be sure to contact you back as soon as I can.

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[bothbarrels]

[ He runs his thumb over the mouth of his beer bottle. ]

There's that, yeah. I just don't want to push Theta into something he's unsure about.

[ At the mention of the lack of any music he glances out into the the bar. ]

Maybe they couldn't make it.

[pastdoesntdefine]

Given you don't sound sure about it, better not to fake it while figuring it out.

[smile turns into a grin] I don't mind. I doubt anyone could dance to what they'd have playing here, never mind there's hardly room for it.

[She's keeping an eye on things, tipsy or otherwise. But she trusts North to let her know when he feels like he's done. Or if he doesn't feel like being here for Midnight.]

[bothbarrels]

[ It really is getting late, but his thoughts aren't there at all. His state of inebriation is why he's taking it so slow drinking his beer; he wants to prolong his buzz, not cause himself to pass out. ]

I sure wouldn't. I'm...mm, I think I'm pretty drunk.

[pastdoesntdefine]

I could tell. Just a little. [A wink, and she leans forward onto her arms with a grin] Think we'll have to roll you into a cab, or are you going to be okay walking back with me?

[when they leave. which doesn't have to be right away]

[bothbarrels]

[ He responds to her smile with a faint one of his own. She's definitely helping to put him in better spirits. ]

I'll just have some water and I'll be fine to walk.

[pastdoesntdefine]

[smile remains ] So it'll be a matter of helping you walk in a straight line then.

[bothbarrels]

If you're willing to take that on.

[ He stifles a hiccup. Ugh, that's the worst part of getting drunk. ]

Maybe I'd better start on getting that glass of water.

[pastdoesntdefine]

[Lips press together, but given how wide her smile gets, it's clear she can tell he's hiccuping. And she's just edged enough into drunk herself for that to be amusing.]

Want me to get that for you? [not that it wouldn't be funny to see him try and walk over but]

[bothbarrels]

I can handle it.

[ And when he gets up and heads over to the bar he seems to be doing okay. It's not till he's almost back to the table that he trips. He catches himself though, and sets the glass on the table. ]

[pastdoesntdefine]

[ There's a bit of water slop thanks to tripping, but it gets the table and not Carolina, or other patrons. She does half-spring up to help him regain his balance, laughter present in her voice. ]

Steady now, or you'll have to go back and get another one!

[bothbarrels]

[ He laughs and feels his way out to getting back in his seat. ]

This'll do the trick, don't worry.

[ At least it'll steady him a bit, he hopes. ]

[pastdoesntdefine]

You don't usually give me cause to worry.

[plenty of other once-teammates to manage that, but North seemed to have landed on his feet well enough here. She lightly runs the pad of her thumb around the lip of her bottle, an absent but consistant motion]

So. Do you or South hold your liquor better? [she feels as though this is a perfectly valid question right now]

[bothbarrels]

Ha. She can drink me under the table. I don't know how she does it.

[pastdoesntdefine]

Clearly you need to learn to pace yourself. Or eat a bigger meal before heading out.

[hush carolina, not everyone has your appetite.]

[bothbarrels]

A combination of the two, probably. At least on a night like tonight.

[pastdoesntdefine]

Did you remember to eat? Or was that supposed to be part of the festivities?

[she's pretty sure they can throw something together back at the boys' house, either way.]

[bothbarrels]

It was earlier. I've had a lot to drink since then.

[pastdoesntdefine]

That offer to get a taxi is still on the table, you know.

[bothbarrels]

I don't intend to get falling-down drunk. Unless you're just trying to find a way to bow out.

[pastdoesntdefine]

Hardly.

[was that a challenge? North, no, you should know better than that]

I'm good still for a while yet.

[bothbarrels]

Want me to buy the next round? We can have something harder.

[pastdoesntdefine]

If you think you can stomach it, sure.

[bring it on!]

[bothbarrels]

I can handle one more.

[ He gulps back his glass of water before rising to go get a couple shots of whiskey. ]

[pastdoesntdefine]

[ One more shot of whiskey becomes two, followed by a shot of Sunrise - a bubbly orange-pink brew from the same distillers that make York's much favoured liquid sunshine. There may well be a glass of water or two sipped between these rounds, not that it had a chance to hinder the effects of alcohol in their systems.

All told, the pair aren't completely legless, but they've had enough that it make little difference so close to midnight.

There's a soulful look into her empty glass, before Carolina pushes it away.]

We should prob'ly consider leavin' now, while the crowds're distracted with anticipation for midnight fireworks. [she's pretty sure that's meant to be a good idea, even if fireworks are awful pretty]

[bothbarrels]

[ North has gone a little easier on additional drinks than her, considering what he'd already consumed, but in the end he's about on her level of inebriation, and slurring just as much. ]

Beating the crowds home, huh? Good idea. [ He goes to the bar to settle his half of the tab and gestures with his head—he'll meet her at the door. ]