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Recently, Dorian seems to have attracted all the scruffy kids. People might think him a do-gooder. Mind you, he does like them -- their natural enthusiasm and the unexpected questions they ask make them very inspiring and refreshing. But a dandy hedonist has a decadent image to maintain...

So he's slouching on a couch by the fireplace tonight, wearing his favourite purple silk shirt and an open waistcoat, sipping absinthe from a glass and reading a small book bound in yellow silk.

There's even an arrangement of green carnations on the table.

[[OOC: Warnings for NSFW imagery and discussions on the Ganymede thread!]]

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Her father was the greatest excuse to find herself in Miliways today and away from the base. She plopped down on a couch opposite the young man, obviously not happy. Of course she is wearing her od green bdu's and tactical vest. She set a large drink on the table. She unclipped her p90 and let it nearly slam on the table sloshing her drink a little.

"Sorry," she said to the other person of whom she may have inconvenienced, "Bad day."

"You need a proper drink," the young man suggests.

"Possibly, but what I need is for my father to not be on the same planet as me. He needs to be far, far away," She said. Vala then took a sip of her beer, "I mean I warned them about him, and they still let him come onto the planet."

She stopped her rant grinned sheepishly, "Sorry, you probably don't want to hear about it. I'm Vala Mal Doran." She held out a hand in greeting, and held back the urge to steal any rings the young man may have.

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He shakes her hand.

"My name is Dorian Gray," he says. "You need a stronger drink, definitely. Absinthe, perhaps?"

"I've heard of it from some Earth movie," she said, "It wasn't explained very well. What is it?"

Don't judge her for being wary of free drinks in Milliways.

"A herbal liqueur containing, among other herbs, wormwood," Dorian says, "which fires up the imagination. But it also makes you quite drunk the normal way."

He smiles.

She nodded.

"No catch?" she asked. She was here for some of the funnier of the food based hijinks.

"No additional catch," Dorian says. "Of course, if you don't want to get drunk and have your imagination fired up, then it's not for you."

"Oh, I am all for drinking," said Vala with a wry smile, "You haven't seen some of the strange things food does to people around here, have you? There was one that made people forget who they were, food was involved."

Her smile wavered. It wasn't just her father, there was also Adria to think about. She was certainly not going to get the mother of the year award.

"I'm still rather new," Dorian says. "I heard people talk about
magical curry, I think. It sounds rather fun, though!"

"After you have been here a while, you begin understand the perils of free food," she said, "So, how about that drink."

(OOC: I as the mun, have never tried absinth, even the American kind. I hear, however, that some has a strong anise flavor. I have no idea how to express Vala's experience with it. And sorry for not posting till now, Been taking the day off from everything.)

Dorian pours some of the clear green drink into a glass, then slowly adds the dripping water, which clouds up the drink with pale billows.

Then, he offers it with a smile.

[[OOC: Anise and fennel, not so far from ouzo or pastis.]]

Vala accepted the glass with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. She sipped it tentatively.

"Good," she said, "A bit different."

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"Green carnations," murmurs Ganymede, coming closer and resting a hip on the back of the couch. "Unusual."

"Do you like them?" Dorian asks, looking up and smiling at Ganymede.

"I rather like blue, but if you can find me natural blue carnations I will be very impressed," he chuckles.

"I doubt that even I would manage that," Dorian says.

"Remember, thou art mortal," Ganymede says, nudging Dorian's shoulder.

"Oh, am I?" Dorian smirks, nudging back.

"Well you certainly started as one," he chuckles. "As did we all. What new debauchery have you been getting into? You look the very picture of hedonism."

"Only old ones," Dorian says. "Absinthe, and a deliciously sensual book. Would you like any?"

"The books, or the alcohol?" he asks. "Either way the answer is yes, I'd just like to be clear."

"I'll get you a glass of absinthe," Dorian says, "and then read you some parts from this book."

He sits up straight and starts pouring. It's a bit of a complex ceremony, making the clear green liqueur cloud up with slowly dripping water that spins milky threads through the green.

"Do that," he murmurs, shifting over to sit on the couch, instead of the back. "I'll enjoy hearing you read it."

But first, Ganymede is given his glass of absinthe, with a smile, before Dorian leans back on the couch again.

He picks up the book. "Come, join me," he says. "Should I start in the middle, with the secret room, or at the very beginning?"