thefarshore | it's like a quarter life crisis

Perfect! I'll head there right now.

[Right this second??? What time is it? Who cares, he wants wine.]

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[ Wait, right this second? ...Goddammit, fine, okay, guess he's gonna spend the evening drinking. That's fine. Hell, he's pretending like everything's okay, right? Him getting shitfaced is pretty much as normal as things get. For the good of his cover act, or something. ]

Asshole! [ He tosses the little computer thing aside and heads downstairs to the big dining room, to check on the current wine supply. Asshole, his white-haired and elven-eared shinki, ghosts silently into the room behind him. ] We're havin' company. We need drunk snacks.

[ With a mute nod, Asshole vanishes back towards the kitchen. There will be a tray of goodies soon, perfectly matched to the selection on wines on the sideboard. How Asshole learned how to pair food and wine is a mystery best left unexplored.

Gojyo, for his part, drops into one of the gilded and overstuffed chairs, kicks his booted feet up onto the table, and lights a cigarette. Wonder who his guest will turn out to be? ]

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[His guests ends up falling out of the sky onto the front lawn in a heavy gust of wind. This is always his entrance, whether someone's there to witness it or not, and he takes just a moment to smooth down his robe before he approaches the temple doors.

Well, drinking is always a pastime of his. He enjoys it, he has a high tolerance he hasn't been able to beat yet, and he never has enough drinking partners. Hazel seems to come with his own supply of wine back in the temple, but they've spent all night drinking together so many times that Jae-Ha is beginning to think he should go out of his way to find others.

Standing tall, he gives two polite and solid knocks at the entrance.]

Hello~.

[ The silent man appears seemingly out of nowhere, like a good butler should. With just a slight nod of his head, he encourages Jae-ha to follow him into the house. The very gaudy, gold-encrusted, nymph-decorated house. It's tacky as hell, but it's appropriate for the Greek god of wine. ]

[ The god himself is still lounging in the vast dining room, having already helped himself to most of a bottle of some dark red vintage. The far end of the table is a smorgasbord of frozen finger foods: mini quiches and buffalo wings and those little pizza bagel things. The center of the table is bottles and bottles and bottles of wine. ]

Oh. You're here. [ Gojyo tosses his hair back, the better to peer at Jae-Ha over one shoulder. Good. He's normal-looking. That's a plus.

He waves his cigarette in the direction of the table. ] Come help yourself.

[Normal looking? He'd be offended to be called anything less than beautiful, but thankfully the only thing he has to worry about is this strange, silent man. It's not the first one he's seen like this. A shinki...?

Jae-Ha follows along and slows his steps once the dining room comes into sight. What a spread! What speed he must have had, with Jae-Ha inviting himself over so quickly.]

My, you're not lacking, are you? [The place is tacky, but he doesn't know mythology well enough to understand that this is a wine god's temple. He steps closer to help himself right away.]

It's nice to meet you in person. You probably already saw my name, but I would feel strange to not introduce myself now, so please call me Jae-Ha.

[ The silent man has become very skilled at microwaving! He would take the compliment graciously, if there were enough personality there for him to care about such things as compliments. He quietly sees himself out as Jae-Ha makes himself at home. ]

Jae-Ha, huh? I'm Gojyo. [ He points up at one of the more ludicrous pieces of art on the ceiling, being a depiction of Dionysus in all his naked androgyneous well-hung beauty. ] And that's Dionysus. I'm just livin' in his house for now. ...And drinkin' his wine.

[ Of which there is plenty! Cups on the sideboard or swig from the bottle like Gojyo's doing -- this isn't the kind of house that stands on ceremony. ]

[Goodness, what a piece. Jae-Ha gazes up at the thing for a bit too long before he decides to fetch himself a cup. It might be a casual time for drinking, but he's too classy to drink straight from the bottle.]

If the wine is here to drink, it would be a waste not to have some. You must live a comfortable life.

[With a cup now, he moves to join Gojyo by sitting down with a smile.] Do you enjoy it? Taking the place of a god.

[ He bites his tongue before he can let his first answer -- this guy wasn't a god, this whole place is fake, we're all just prisoners -- spill free. He's thinking about what he says now, and that means replying a little slower. (It also means taking one drink to every three of Jae-Ha's -- let's see if he notices!) ]

What's not to like? [ He leans back in his chair until the front feet tip up, and blows a casual cloud of smoke toward the effigy of Dionysus on the ceiling. ] I got this big house, all for free... magic powers... [ He shakes his half-full bottle with a grin. ] ...all th'wine I can drink. It's paradise!

[Let's see, indeed! For now, he's content to drink easily and consider that answer. It sounds so cheery he wonders if it's forced, but it's not like he knows the guy.]

And that man at the door, was he your shinki? [That's what he's stuck on, eyeing Gojyo carefully over the cup he drinks from.]

[ He's a cheerful guy, don't look too far into it. ]

Him? [ Gojyo shoots a clear look of displeasure toward the door Asshole retreated through. ] Yeah, he was here when I showed up. Doesn't talk, doesn't eat... [ Doesn't drink, unlike his god. ] ...he's fuckin' creepy. Guess they tried to take his memories and took too much.

I suppose that could have been me, or any of the other shinki here.

[He looks down at his cup now, curious. That's the second one he's seen, and it's even more unsettling watching him go around like an errand boy. Maybe he's making some judgements... It's fine.]

This is nice wine. [He says after a moment, gesturing with the cup and a smile.] You're lucky after all.

[ There's judging happening, isn't there? Gojyo peers at Jae-Hae over the butt off his cigarette, then leans forward so his chair is solid on the floor again. ]

Look. [ The smoke trails up in front of his face, partially obscuring his expression. ] i don't like it any more than anyone else does. But I don't tell him to do shit. [ At least, not usually. ] Shinki without gods don't last long, so I can't send him away.

[ He takes another deep drag (thank fuck his ribs have finally healed enough to allow him to smoke!) and stabs the butt out in the ashtray at the edge of the table. ] If you've got a better idea I'd love to hear it.

[Ah, caught. Well, he wasn't being very subtle about it, was he?]

I didn't mean to insinuate that you were treating him poorly. [He lowers his cup for the moment so he can face Gojyo more directly.] Only that the ones who have stripped him from every bit of memory and freedom he has are the ugliest things I've heard of yet.

[In other words, just that he's touchy with this sort of thing. It's definitely a relief to hear that Gojyo isn't the type to just boss his soulless shinki around, though.] In a way, it's more of a weight on your shoulders, too, isn't it?

[ Oh. ...Well. Good. ]

I guess, [ --he shrugs, rolling his shoulders back and using the motion to rock his chair up on its back legs again, kicking one foot up onto the table to hold himself balanced. ] It's not a big deal though. He cleans this place all day every day, so he's more takin' care of me than the other way 'round.

[ He takes another swig of his wine, and glances at Jae-Ha out of the corner of his eye. ]

You're a shinki, aren't you?

That's even luckier, isn't it? He must care about you, beyond even his memory.

[He doesn't really think it's so deep, but he feels like saying it like this. He leans back in his chair, but he's still rather formal compared to Gojyo. Sitting up straight, one leg crossed over the other is the most casual he'll get as far as posture goes in a chair. But he sure is going through this wine without blinking.]

Ah, that's right! I'm the shinki who soars through the air. [Of course, he has to say it like this, as well.] So sadly I won't have any tales to share over our alcohol.

[ Asshole doesn't care about Gojyo. Asshole was put here by whoever brought Gojyo in as a reminder, or a warning: look what we can do. Look who we can find.

But he's happy to change the subject. ]

Soars...? You mean you can fly? No way!

That's right! With the strength in my legs, I can soar higher and further than you can imagine!

[It's not technically flying. It's jumping. But it is extreme jumping, so there's that.] That's how I came from my god's temple to here so quickly.

[ The strength in his... legs. Gojyo leans over to the side a bit so he can check out the legs in question. ...He doesn't see any wings? Or, like, rocket packs or anything? ]

What, you flap 'em or something?

Haha! No, no, I kick.

[In example, the leg that's currently crossed over his other stretches out, as if to imitate a kick now. Admire his leg, thanks. It looks completely normal with the boots and pants he's wearing. You'd never think it was green and scaly.]

By kicking the ground, I can soar for miles.

[ He will admire that leg, thanks! That totally normal-looking leg.

He's trying to picture what "kicking the ground and soaring" looks like, and his mental image is stuck on the idea of Jae-Ha lying on his back and striking his heel into the floor. It's not the most flattering mental image there, sorry bro. ]

Oh? I wanna see that! [ When they're not drinking, obviously. This is a drinking party, they're drinking, stupid feats of feet will come after they're properly drunk. ] I never knew anyone who could fly before!

I wouldn't mind showing you later. [ because who doesn't want to see his very graceful jumps?? He takes another drink with a wave of his hand, leaving his legs crossed for the time being. ]

For now, let's relax and enjoy ourselves! Don't hold back. [ With his own cup, he gestures at Gojyo's bottle. Drink more, he's saying, since he's going to be lasting longer now matter how many more sips he has. He's confident. ] Should we think of a drinking game? It's so hard to be social when I don't remember a thing about myself.

[ He's drinking, he's drinking! He doesn't need any encouragement on that front. ]

Most of the drinking games I know work best when there's girls. [ Or people who know their own histories -- you can't really play storytelling games with a guy who doesn't remember any of his own stories! And he doesn't have any darts, and cards really aren't fun with just two people (unless one of those people is Hakkai). Hmmm... Oh! ]

I got one!

[ He jumps up and heads to the sideboard, and the stack of cups there. ] I learned this one here, actually. [ He arranges the cups in a group at the end of the table, and half-fills each with wine. It takes a lot of wine. ] Usually they use this little white ball, but the cork'll work just as well.

[ How about some beer pong, Jae-Ha? ]

See, you try to toss the cork into one of the cups. If you make it, the other guy's got to drain that cup. [ Which isn't quite how the guys at the bar he'd observed played it, but close enough. ]

It's so tragic that any of the shops with beautiful women would only forget about us after a time, isn't it?

[ oh boy, normally he tosses throwing knives, not corks, but it's a good tell of his aim. He's pretty confident, here! So he uncrosses his legs and shifts to face this more directly. ]

That looks simple enough. Let's drain them all, shall we? Go ahead and start us off.

Edited (Accidental mobile leggie icon woops ) 2016-09-28 19:29 (UTC)

I hope you're thirsty!

[ The thing about throwing corks, okay, is that while they've got decent weight, they're also really thoroughly not aerodynamic. There's a trick to throwing them straight... and, perhaps more importantly, there's a trick to throwing them so the skinny end enters the cup. If they're spinning in flight, chances are they'll hit the rim and bounce onto the table, much like Gojyo's first attempt here does. Crap. ]

Crap.

[ Next one! He'll sink the next one, but for now... he hands Ja-Ha a cork (with the number of bottles he emptied to fill those cups, there's a whole pile of corks on the table now because it's more convenient that way.) ]

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