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If you think you can stomach it, sure.

[bring it on!]

I can handle one more.

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

[ 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]

[ 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. ]

[ It takes a lot to get her inebriated, and for the moment, Carolina was content to enjoy the buzz while it held. There's an agreeable nod when North heads off to pay his part of the tab, while she briefly stops into the ladie's room. It isn't the longest walk back, but she doesn't want to chance it, and a quick splash of cold water to her face helps! ...A little?

Thank goodness her hoverbike ha san autopilot that can get her home safely.

She doesn't keep him waiting long, anyway, one hand sinking into her jacket pocket. She is totally walking in straight lines too! Well. Straighter lines than North, and that, good sir, means she wins. ]

[she beams] Let's get back, before anyone worries about you.

[ It was true, he needed to be back in time for Theta to feel all right with things. He nods for her to lead the way and falls into step beside her. ]

I guess traditions don't change much.

I guess not. Kinda nice to have something familiar like that, even in a place like this.

Any p'rticular traditions back home for you?

[ He feels loose, contented. His argument with York earlier couldn't be further from his mind. ]

Wine, a date, a kiss at midnight—typical stuff, I think.

You?

Wine was't really a thing, but there were plenty of parties to go to. Dancing. Depending on location, sometimes a bonfire too.

Kisses weren't really a thing either. Not for me, anyway.

[not that she's lacked for interested parties who would have in the past, if she asked. She just never asked.]

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No? [ He weaves as he looks over at her. ] Not available or not interested?

Mmmm. [not as much weaving, but she does elbow him lightly when he veers a bit too much] Lil' of both?

[she lifts a hand to tick off fingers, gestures overly pronounced] One, kind of a no-no as a cadet. Two, s'not 'propriate fer squad leader. And three.. [falter, before she shrugs. dons an awkward smile] No one w's really left that I'd wanna kiss. Y'know?

Selective tastes. Tha's good.

[ He was a little looser with his selections when he was younger. That had gone away as he's aged, though. ]

S'ppose. Might have been nice at least once, though.

What about you?

I was, uh...I had more girlfriends back then. 've gotten more, uh...well, I don't do that as much now. [ Certainly, she would never have known him to be that type. ]

[The grin she gives him is probably supposed to be sly. It's much too amused for that. No, definitely wouldn't have pegged him as the type at all, but now he's said it, she can see it. Kinda.

In a blurry drunken haze kind of way.]

Really? ...Y'know, that would have settled a few bets on the MoI back in the day.

[ He grins. ]

Too bad because I don't kiss and tell.

[ Eyes roll. ]

Gentleman t'the last, huh? Why do I doubt that somehow?

[ He lets out a sound that's half laugh and half scoff. ]

I don't know, tell me why. I'm curious.

[She straightens a little, which doesn't really do much here - she's the shorter by a very wide margin, after all - but she's happy to smirk back at him as she aims a poke at his chest with her index finger.]

Stealth specialist. M'sure a big sneaky guy plans actions very carefully.

[ He tries to catch hold of her finger. ]>/small>

Well...mn, that's true. 'm a crafty motherfucker.

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See? [smug]

M'always right. [well, mostly. And her finger's caught too, though she doesn't pull away]

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You've sure gotta good people sense.

[ Whatever 'people sense' was. ]

Pft. Nah. People don't usually like me.

[Usually because she's being the Boss. Not that that has anything to do with having 'people sense' or whatever. She does tug her hand a little, eyeing how much smaller her fingers were compared to his absently.]

Usually?

[ He makes a sound, something like 'pssssh' and ending with a swallowed hiccup. ]

People who don't know how to sep'rate business and pleasure, maybe.

[charming, North. A real lady killer we have here, girls and boys.

They've kind of stalled out on walking here, but that's okay. The streets and alleyways are clear hereabouts, and someone would have to be very foolish to try and jump two freelancers, tipsy or otherwise.]

Mmmmaybe. [is that maybe yes or maybe no? who can tell.] ...I forget sometimes. But only sometimes.

You?

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