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One year ago, on this date, Sara was a crumpled sobbing mess on the lake shore, clutching a red spandex costume to her chest.

This year, she's not doing anything so dramatic.

A candle is lit and she stares out at the continuing destruction, almost entranced.

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Her hands aren't even shaking. It's rather premature for him to be smug.

Red Death #2. Narration highly approves of this drink.

The narrative is frightened.

Faramir downs it.

"Where do you get these names from?"

"People name mixed drinks," she says with a shrug. "I'm being nice and staying away from the dirty names."

His smile widens, a touch of mischief.

"Why?"

"I didn't think you'd want to down a cowboy cocksucker or try sex on the beach."

Well, he asked.

...

Prince of Ithilien facepalming.

"I was being nice," she says placidly before ordering one of the aforementioned drinks.

Mmmmm. Smooth.

Very tasty.

"Are you sure you can keep this up?" he asks, out of politeness, really.

"If I pass out, please turn me on my side so I don't choke to death on vomit is all that I ask." But she's nowhere close to that. Her words aren't even slurring.

"I'll remember to do that." Faramir makes no requests as to what to do if HE passes out.

The Steward of Gondor does not pass out.

Yeah. Right.

Pain Killer.

This one Faramir rather obviously cannot drink too fast.

That gets you brainfreeze.

"You do this often?"

"A drinking contest? Once or twice a year. Drinking itself? I do so socially, but I tend not to when I'm alone." She'd rather not return to borderline alcoholism, kthnx.

"I did mean challenging people to drink you under the table." He winks. "Ever tried it with Mark? I still have not met him..."

"Houseplants have better tolerance than he does." She loves him but it is the sad truth. "And no, you're not allowed to humiliate him."

"Sara, you know I wouldn't do that." He grins and sips the drink. There are no coconuts in Middle Earth. He finds he quite enjoys the flavor.

"You, I would trust on that matter." She takes the time to actually savor this round.

So does he, leaning close to her and watching the candle pleasantly.

It's possible he forgets about actually drinking her under the table. This is nicer.

It's not always getting people under the table that is the fun part.

"This place," Faramir muses after a time, "is very complicated."

They get another round of vodka. Only after Sara downs her shot does she share her profound wisdom, born of much experience in Milliways.

"No shit."

"Yeah... you see dead people but not living ones, even."

His mind is pleasantly cotton-filled.

"I'm living." She blinks. "Least I was when I came in. Am I dead?"

"No. But lots of people are. My brother is," he says informatively, "and so is his girlfriend." Which is a little weird, but hey, why should the party stop just because your heartbeat does?

"One of my brothers is dead and here. Two are dead and not here. I miss them." Clearly, this calls for more alcohol. "One of my friends decided to marry a god."