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[herr_bookman]

A scientific experiment of the highest order is in progress. One which includes raspberry fudge, brie and crackers, and several different wines. Autor plans to get tipsy today, and he'll do it in style.

He'll also do it with help. Autor endures light ribbing by Sunshine, who has promised to stay with him and make sure he doesn't do anything foolish while even slightly inebriated--a serious concern of his, especially with a sprained ankle. She's keeping to tea today, just in case.

Autor raises a glass, his cheeks already tingling. He swirls the wine, as he has seen done before. Then he holds it up to his nose and takes a deep breath. "Ah, yes. This clean, buttery wine has a heady bouquet with oak notes, and a spicy aroma of vanilla and currant," he says, and takes a sip. "Sadly, it is broad--it has a full body aroma, but lacks any finesse to its taste."

Rae grins, sipping her tea. "Try harder not to sound like you memorized the book, Autor."

[OOC: Two pups, two muns! All threads will come after Rae and Autor's, when the boy is already tipsy.]

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[sunbaked_baker]

Rae is there for what passes for moral support, grinning at her friend.

"So long as you've done your math right, you shouldn't need me to carry you upstairs when the experiment's through, but as with any dangerous venture, better safe than sorry," Rae smiles, taking a sip of her tea - a mild green with mint and apples.

[herr_bookman]

Autor takes a sip of his wine--a nice, light, Pinot Noir--and turns to her with a grin. "My math is never wrong," he lies, and she should know it's a lie, with the teasing way he says it. "I'm on my second glass and this isn't affecting me at all. Thank goodness because I still have another to sip, and I think I like this one best because it's sort of tastier than the other two, though I can't really tell."

Clearly his rambling indicates he's of a completely sober temperament. Clearly.

[sunbaked_baker]

Rae snickers into her tea. "Oh, you will. Slow down and take some notes along the way, yeah? While you wait for it to kick in. Your body only processes about one drink per hour, you know."

[cook_the_rude]

Dr. Hannibal Lecter, coming past quite coincidentally, smiles quite broadly when he sees what they are doing.

[herr_bookman]

"Hannibal!" Autor calls when he spots him, waving a little. "Hi. Did you know that wine is tasty? I would think you do but I'm never sure about you because I'm not sure of anything when it comes to you anymore--like, like whether or not I should be talking to you. I prooobably shouldn't be."

[sunbaked_baker]

"You've had too much already, Autor, if you're unclear on that," Rae mutters into her tea, convinced that her mental facepalm is audible. Of course he would come over to investigate such prime entertainment.

"Good evening, Dr. Lecter," she says, without warmth.

[is_the_motion]

Bonnie raises her eyebrows slightly, nods at Rae and settles next to Autor with a beer.

"You plannin' ter put yer results on a graph when yer done?" she asks, grinning at him.

[herr_bookman]

"Oh, my gosh, that is totally the best idea I've ever heard. Ever, and I am absolutely, completely, gonna do that as soon as my hand is steady enough to draw a line properly," the boy babbles. "I'm kind of dizzy, haha. Did you know wine makes your head go funny? It's probably just like your beer but I have to make some further tests to see."

Then he turns to his lady knight. "Rae, why didn't we think about graphing things? It's the best way to show the distance between two points!"

[sunbaked_baker]

"I think the reasoning was that there were too many variables," Rae is giggling into her tea, terribly amused at Autor's enthusiastic loquaciousness while tipsy. "We didn't exactly set up any particular tests of... balance, decision-making, and so on, beforehand."

"How have you been, Bonnie?" She hadn't seen Bonnie since... well, since she was making that wedding cake for the wedding that didn't happen.

[street_sparrow]

Gavroche shows up, eyeing them in amusement.

"Doing a controlled experiment?"

[herr_bookman]

"Gavroche!" Autor says, launching off of his chair to wrap him up in a tackle-hug. "It's so good to see you. Happy birthday. And yes, this is a strictly controlled experiment--very controlled--as is everything about it, including me. I've only had two glasses and it's not affecting me at all yet, though I have a feeling"--and here he drops to a whisper--"that Rae thinks it is. Traitor."

He cocks his head, marveling at his dizziness. "Anyway, it might be the best idea I've ever had or the worst, I'm not sure, but I feel pretty damn good. Rae, you feel good too, right?"

[sunbaked_baker]

Rae laughs over the top of her teacup as Autor explains the situation. "Oh, terribly controlled experiment, yes," she nods, mock-solemnly. Sunshine has no illusions about what's going on here.

"I feel fine, Autor," she grins. "And how about you, Gavroche? Join us for some, um, science? Or how about a muffin and some tea? We've got both, here."

[halfemptyglasses]

It's not that Mirai doesn't want to be in the main bar. It might be. There's just a certain appeal to living the life you know. And when most of your life has been spent up in one room, you grow accustomed to a certain kind of living.

So don't mind the fact that she's walking by with a couple of grocery bags of food. It's more for emergencies than anything else.

[herr_bookman]

Upon spotting her, Autor sits up. He tugs Rae close and whispers to her, "It's the pink one!" Then he cups his hands around his mouth and calls, "Miss Kuriyama! Hi! Wanna be part of the experiment?"

[sunbaked_baker]

The pink one? Oh dear. Rae smiles anyway, reflecting that this is just what sober!Autor will need, to have been babbling and drunk in front of his crush.

She can feel the heat of the future!blush from here.

[merryeccentricities]

Joly generally attends to the sound of people getting happily drunk. For very good reasons, like it'll probably be funny, and also possibly injurious to someone. In his experience, usually both.

...It's Autor.

Definitely funny and possibly injurious then. He makes his way over.

"Running an experiment?"

And a lady he hasn't met. He bows. "Mademoiselle. Is this an open experiment, then, or have you nobly volunteered to be the sober observer?"

Joly is aware he's a nerd. He's sometimes not aware just how much so.

[herr_bookman]

"Joly!" Autor shouts, and treats his new friend in much the same way he treated Gavroche: the boy leaps out of his chair and wraps Joly up in a hug. "Oh, my gosh, this is the best day I've ever seen, ever. This experiment brings everyone out of the walls, I swear--and I have already confirmed my hypothesis that wine is tasty."

He leans back, still looping his arms around Joly's shoulders. "Joly, this is my best friend, Rae 'Sunshine' Seddon. Rae, this is Joly, my new friend. He's French and a medical student and we're building a theater together and he might change the world somehow."

[runningred]

"Rae, are you corrupting this young man?" Jay grins teasingly, stealing a cracker.

[herr_bookman]

"Oh, my gosh, you totally just stole my cracker," Autor says, and can barely get through the sentence without cracking up. "It's absolutely positively completely not Rae's fault this time, Jay."

His grin is horrible. "I bet you thought I was gonna say it was, huh? But nope, it's not, it's mine this time, and she's just the friend who's going to keep me from being a total ass. Right, Rae?"

[a1enzo]

"What's going on here?"

[herr_bookman]

"Only the most brilliant idea of ever," Autor declares, leaning forward dizzily to wave. "Enzo! Hiiii. I am finding out exactly how bad at math I am."

He gestures to his best friend. "This is Rae Seddon, have you met her? She only makes the best cinnamon rolls this side of the universe. Rae, this is Enzo. I don't know his last name, but he works inside a computer."

[mix_it_up]

"What's the occasion?" Asami asks, stopping for a moment as she passes their table.

[herr_bookman]

Autor stands up, sprained ankle and all, and thrusts a finger in the air. "Scientific experimentation! I'm trying to find out whether or not wine is tasty--spoiler alert: it totally is, oh my gosh--and what being tipsy is like. As the wine isn't affecting me, results are inconclusive."

Lecture delivered, Autor waves. "Hi. Rae, this is Asami, my pai sho teacher. She drives and writes and is quite beautiful, if I do say so myself, which I do. Asami, this is Rae. She bakes and is also very pretty."

[orange_lily]

"Dude," Yugo says, wandering over, glancing between Autor and Sunshine, and then at the glass in Autor's hand. "... Are you drinking wine, dude? When'd that happen?"

Somewhere in the back of his mind, Phoenix stops sulking to peer interestedly out through Yugo's eyes, because hey, tipsy Autor, that one is new.

[herr_bookman]

"Yugo!" Autor cries. Tip! goes the wineglass, onto the table, and good thing it's both empty and made of plastic. The boy struggles to his feet, dizzy and with a sprained ankle, and stands on his chair to better tackle the man.

"Rae, this is the person who calls me Kittenbrodudeski," Autor babbles, nuzzling Yugo's chest with his flushed face. "He smells like flowers and is very nice and hasn't come to see me in a very long time which is really harsh, Yugo, why'd you do that?"