❖ 013 // [Action]

[crisisrain]

[Raven's been at that wine in the fountain for a good hour or so now. When life gives you lemons take them, they're free lemons right? He's pretty out of it - hugging anyone who happens to pass by, even the guys. Yeah there's birds being lovey-dubey and some flowers he keeps treading on, not to mention the fountain itself. But he's occupied with getting wasted, because you know, he has priorities. Fortunately for you guys he was affected and taken about 3 days ago.]

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[herotypical]

[She groans from the pressure on her bruised and probably busted ribs. In fact, her first instinct is to twist around within his hug and come face to face with--] Oh. Wow. Uhm, hello?

[crisisrain]

Hiiii~ Ya alright there Buffy hun? First time we've spoken in person!

[herotypical]

[Is it possible that you look even older in person, Raven? :|]

I'm...fine. But are you fine? You don't sound fine. You sound kinda...sloshy.

[crisisrain]

[He's old, and probably only about an inch taller than you at most. So yes.]

I've been at the wine in the fountain~

[herotypical]

There's wine in the fountain?

[She hasn't noticed it yet.] And you just decided to drink the fountain wine? What, are you aiming to be hobo of the year?

[crisisrain]

It would suit me as for a title wouldn't it?

But nah, I saw people drinkin' from it before. And there's goblet things round the edge, ya should try some!

[herotypical]

What, so I can join you in hobodom?

[She eyes the man, trying to keep that amusement under wraps but mostly failing.]

[crisisrain]

Why not? Everyone else already did! Ya'd be a fool not to take advantage, it's nice stuff.

[herotypical]

Hey, mister. I recognize peer pressure when I hear it.

[But she does give the fountain a look of sincere consideration. Alcohol was just so consistently tempting since Jim leftKadaj broke her.]

[crisisrain]

It's not peer pressure at all, consider it as friendly advice. Not like I can force ya into tryin' it.

[herotypical]

Alright. [She nods.] One glass can't hurt, right? I'll just be sure not to drink as much as you.

[crisisrain]

I doubt ya'll need to drink as much as I have to start feelin' the love~

[herotypical]

[There's a complicated word. Love. The rational part of her wants to pull away from it--that there should be some reason why she should feel offended at the thought of love. But she pushes the thought aside and marches over to the fountain, filling a goblet for herself.]

To hobodom!

[crisisrain]

[Raven joins in, why not he likes getting drunk.]

Let's share a toast to hobos!

[herotypical]

[She drinks deeply of the wine, amazed that it doesn't offer the horrible aftertaste that most of her drinking experiences have been coupled with.] Hey--not bad.

[crisisrain]

See it's good right? [Drinking some more of it himself.] And it doesn't seem ta ever run out either!

[herotypical]

Well, it's gotta be coming from somewhere.

[And after another drink, she throws a casual arm over Raven's shoulders. After all, he wasn't that much taller than her.]

[crisisrain]

Start thinkin' like that and ya'll be wonderin' where we come from.

[A woman touching him?! Hooray for the old man! He throws an arm over you as well.] See a little love ain't so bad.

[herotypical]

[She glances across at her partner-in-drink.]

Love? [Buffy snorts.] I quit.

[crisisrain]

Love ain't just romance ya know! It's feelin' joy and happiness too!

[herotypical]

Can I quit those, too?

[crisisrain]

Sure if ya wanna, just don't quit the fountain wine.

[herotypical]

[Endeared, she pats the far side of Raven's shoulders.]

It's a deal.

[crisisrain]

[He just grins like an idiot.] That's a deal I could do with makin' as well.

[herotypical]

[She's going to regret feeding this ego. Absolutely.]

Alright. Cheers to that! [And she raises her glass again.]