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BOOZE.

Tonight's a good night for it.

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[namo]

Námo is curled in a booth, in the shadows, bottles lined up on the table and a glass in his hand.

He seems to have already made that conclusion.

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Gorlim doesn't see him.

He's busyt looking puzzled at his... well, it's probably best not to ask what's in the glass. Smells pretty nice, though.

[namo]

His eyes follow Gorlim.

But he doesn't move except to sip his wine.

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Gorlim traces his finger around the rim of his glass. It makes a high, clear tone.

Like the Song of a soul.

He doesn't look up.

[namo]

The dove sings a sad song tonight.

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He shifts in his seat.



And the rest is silence.

[namo]

What has the soul so sad? It has life and chance and time. Love and friendship. What more coul the soul want?

He continue to sip his wine slowly, eyes on his lover.

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Gorlim huddles against the wall.

He doesn't seem especially interested in drinking the drink before him. Only... he does, but more like a forced gulp, looking for oblivion or answers at the bottom of the glass you have to drink the poison to get to.



There are no words, but impressions, small and quiet and dimmed through a haze of alcohol and held back hiding...

[namo]

scent of snow and lilies of heather and pine

What is it looking for?

sound of the rushing brook of the falling rain of the crunch of snow

[childofourtimes.livejournal.com]

BOOZE! Every night's a good night for it. Jimmy is Eyeing the drinks.

'Hey man. Whatcha got there?'

He is not very shy.

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Neither is Gorlim, really. So looks like they'll both be okay.

Gorlim eyes his drink.

"No fuckin' clue but it tastes like flowers."

He's eloquent tonight.

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'Awesome!'

Beat.

'You gonna drink it or just look at it?'

This may be a challenge!

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There is eyeing.

"Depends on what's telling me is at the bottom."

In other words?

Depends on how long it'll knock him out for.

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'What's telling you with the what?'

He looks confused. Surely this is too much thought to be putting towards a glass that contains alcohol?

'Uh. Well. Only one way to find out, right?'

See, it's science! In the spirit of exploration, Gorlim should go for it.

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Oh yeah?? Well.... yeah!!!!


Okay.



Fine.





Gorlim takes a drink.

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Jimmy laughs and then applauds. Such a brave endeavour needs recognition!

Yeah! That's the way to go. So, you figure out what it is yet?'

He takes a drink from his own bottle, which does not taste of flowers. Because it's Jack Daniels. There would be something wrong with it if it did.

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Gorlim considers more.

"I think," he hazards, "it might be my wife's perfume."

That doesn't stop him from taking another drink of it.

[song_tra_bong]

"Hey there, dove."

There's a wren (of sorts) standing next to him.

"Got enough to share?"

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Wrens are never of sorts.

Gorlim silently passes her the glass.

It smells flowery.

[song_tra_bong]

Out of sorts, now and then--but not now.

She accepts the glass, takes a sniff and then a drink.

"Sweet," she murmurs. "And strong. What is it?"

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"I dunno. Perfume?"

IT MIGHT WELL BE!

[song_tra_bong]

"Perfume usually smells a little more like flowes and less like alcohol," she counters.

"But it is a pretty color."

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Gorlim considers.

"PINK perfume?"

He's had a bit of it by this point.

[song_tra_bong]

"It is entirely possible."

She sits down next to him, then takes another swig of the pink stuff before offering the glass back.

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Gorlim takes it, and takes a drink.

"I keep wondering if it might have something to tell me at the bottom," he mumbles.