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[idontneedluck]

Waking up sore, that is normal.

Waking up congested, that is unfortunate.

Waking up next to a stranger... considering everyone's pants still seemed to be on, that was weird.

Xiang had to do some finagling to find some clothes that weren't robes. Someone might be missing a wifebeater and a pair of pants. It's not quite his style, but it's better than when he started. Now he's trying to figure out how to get a drink around here.

And while he's out it, he can find out what joker cut his hair. His fists are feeling itchy.

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[iprotectyou]

A giant of a man approaches from the left, walking on quiet feet considering his bulk, and slings an arm around his friend's shoulders.

"What the heck are you wearing? Never did I think I'd see the day when you changed out of those robes!"

[idontneedluck]

Xiang twists, striking hard and fast against the other man's broad chest, pushing himself away and free.

"Hey, hands off the merchandise, eh?" Too bad it comes out nasally - it ruins the delivery.

[iprotectyou]

The giant stumbles backwards, wheezing and rubbing his unarmored chest.

"Chir? Why--" he starts, and then squints at this stranger in his friend's body. Something is very wrong. He looks like Chirrut, smells like Chirrut, but he moves all differently--and his eyes. They're black.

"Please forgive me. I thought you were someone else. I'm Baze Malbus. May the Force of others be with you."

If his words come out pained, well. Strikes to the chest with a bony fist hurt.

[idontneedluck]

"You're a grabby bastard, is what you are." Xiang huffs, rolling his eyes. He settles, leaning against the bar in a false approximation of relaxation. "Your friend the monk?"

[iprotectyou]

Baze narrows his eyes at this rude stranger.

"And how would you know that?"

[idontneedluck]

"You know, it's embarrassing to wake up next to someone you don't remember. It's just sad when neither of you remember how you go there." Xiang points out dryly. "Your 'friend' know you take strangers to his bed?"

[iprotectyou]

"What the Force are you talking about?" Baze demands, clenching his fists.

"No one's in Chirrut's and my bed but Chirrut and me. Are you saying--"

Oh. Oh.

"You. Are you sick?"

There was that poster at Life Support after all. Something about a hallucinogenic flu.

[idontneedluck]

"Well, one of us is." Xiang snorts, unimpressed with the demands. "You saying last night was my idea?"

[iprotectyou]

Chirrut fell asleep next to Baze last night and woke up as... this. Ugh. Something magical is going on.

"Trust me, nothing happened last night," Baze says, resisting the urge to rub his temples, as he'd have to wash his hands again.

"I can guarantee that at the very least."

[idontneedluck]

"I kinda figured when both our pants were on." That promise earns another eyeroll. "The least you could do is buy me a drink, huh?"

[iprotectyou]

"You shouldn't be drinking when you're sick," Baze insists, tilting his chin up.

"Nothing but water and chicken soup for you."

Helpful as she is, Bar pops up two glasses of water and a bowl of chicken soup before them. The soup has English alphabet letters.

[idontneedluck]

Xiang stares at this stranger for a long beat.

Then flips Baze a double bird before turning and nearly effortlessly leaping the bar.

[iprotectyou]

"Hey!" Baze says, tempted to go after him and... do what? Baze can't stop this stranger without laying hands on him, and Baze isn't part of Security anymore. Besides, the stranger in Chirrut's body would probably hit him again.

He knows this jerk is likely going to drink himself into oblivion and make himself even sicker. Chirrut's tolerance isn't very good, so maybe the stranger will make his body pass out.

Baze disapproves. Baze disapproves mightily.

"I wouldn't recommend that."

[thewidewideworld]

Ragnar is sitting by the fire, guitar across his lap and a bottle of Brennivín on the table. "If you want a drink, you welcome to some of this."

{ooc: Sinric thinks he's Icelandic musician Ragnar Zolberg.}

[idontneedluck]

Xiang raises an eyebrow at the ready invitation (suspicious, definitely), but his smile is relaxed, ambling over lazily.

"Not a bad offer." He notes, as he flops into a nearby chair.

[thewidewideworld]

Ragnar shrugs, making notes on a chord progression. "I'll drink the lot without thinking and hate myself tomorrow otherwise." he flags down a rat and gets a second glass.

[idontneedluck]

"I will never get used to that." Xiang mutters with a curl of his lip as the rat scuttles away.

[thewidewideworld]

Ragnar snorts a soft laugh. "I've been at a week long music festival in Sweden. They're cleaner than most humans I've seen for a while."

[idontneedluck]

Chiang raises an eyebrow - he's seen humanity at its most unwashed, but he's still not on the 'rats are cleaner' train.

"Yah huh." He says in the tone of the deeply unconvinced.

[thewidewideworld]

"Thank fuck I was performing. We had our own bathrooms." He pours two shots of the crisply cold drink and pushes one toward the man. "Skål." He toasts.

[idontneedluck]

"Skal" Xiang repeats the salute, in a passable accent (though one that has definitely made a tour through Hong Kong).

[thewidewideworld]

Ragnar gives a small approving nod and pours another round. "So what are you into?"

[idontneedluck]

"Oh, you know - having adventures, seeing the world." Xiang leans back with the latest glass in his hand, his sprawl almost indolent. "You?"

[thewidewideworld]

"Sounds like a good way to live. How far north have you been?" He shrugs and drinks. "I play in a band. But I'm thinking of going solo. Kinda over the lead guy's shit."

[idontneedluck]

"Eh, Norway? Not for long, cold isn't my style." This is, of course, a dirty filthy lie, but admitting you were part of a team that gave the KGB a run for its money isn't exactly the done thing, is it?

And his glass is empty.

It's amazing what a little sleight of hand can do. Xiang knows better than to get drunk in a strange place.