[ She smiles and gives a little wave back as she comes down to the dock to join him.
She could say something about how nice it feels out here tonight, but there's not really any need for pleasantries or small talk here, so she'll get right to it.
Carefully setting the bag down near the end of the dock, she sits down beside it and reaches inside. ]
So...
[ She hands over a cup first, then pulls out the bottle. ]
I just went ahead and took what was left of this. There wasn't much anyway.
[After all that earlier, small talk or pleasantries would be kind of hilarious -- even Anon doesn't bother to get into any of that, or to start up his usual chatter. He just holds the cup absently in both hands and examines the bottle she's brought.]
Ah... Emi doesn't do things by halves.
[There's a little pleased note in his voice, at least.]
I guess that's something else we have in common, then.
[Which has a little more weight given. The entire part of the weekend behind them now.
His eyes are clear and his head held high, though -- there's no shadow of regrets or hesitation. If you're going to kill someone, then you commit to it. That's all there is to it.]
No, I've never done the drinking thing before. Father says there's too much to do.
Haha... I usually unwind by fighting, but there aren't that many other people here who do that, anyway.
[And most of them tend to vanish after a trial, plus a lot of them might just run screaming from him now even if they'd normally spar. It's kind of a pain.
He accepts the scotch and stares into it for a moment, then lifts it up to sniff and makes a face.]
Ah, I'm really glad I don't have my usual sense of smell right now.
[Nevertheless, he's going to take a sip, at least. And make an even bigger face. Wouch?!]
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She could say something about how nice it feels out here tonight, but there's not really any need for pleasantries or small talk here, so she'll get right to it.
Carefully setting the bag down near the end of the dock, she sits down beside it and reaches inside. ]
So...
[ She hands over a cup first, then pulls out the bottle. ]
I just went ahead and took what was left of this. There wasn't much anyway.
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Ah... Emi doesn't do things by halves.
[There's a little pleased note in his voice, at least.]
What did you bring?
[He has probably not had scotch before, hmmm!]
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[ She motions for him to hold out his cup so she can pour some for him. ]
Scotch whisky. Have you had much alcohol before?
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[Which has a little more weight given. The entire part of the weekend behind them now.
His eyes are clear and his head held high, though -- there's no shadow of regrets or hesitation. If you're going to kill someone, then you commit to it. That's all there is to it.]
No, I've never done the drinking thing before. Father says there's too much to do.
[They are probably a pretty dry household.]
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Well, he has a point. I think there's something to be said for taking a little time to unwind every so often though, if you don't want to burn out.
[ Pouring...! ]
It's probably going to taste pretty bad until you get used to it.
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[And most of them tend to vanish after a trial, plus a lot of them might just run screaming from him now even if they'd normally spar. It's kind of a pain.
He accepts the scotch and stares into it for a moment, then lifts it up to sniff and makes a face.]
Ah, I'm really glad I don't have my usual sense of smell right now.
[Nevertheless, he's going to take a sip, at least. And make an even bigger face. Wouch?!]