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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/11/2017 3:32:09 AM
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"Getting hammered in two different ways, huh.. I'm too much of an introvert, the first has always been with another person or just myself when the kids aren't home. But the second.. I think I could find a special someone for that.
But.. I like the sound of it. It sounds like a time of the year where you can just settle down, look back at the past year, and.. be happy."
[i]At the thought of it, Irina would then smile, just a little. Before then taking quite a gulp from her wine, nodding a little yet.[/i]
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[i]"That's exactly what it is, yeah. It's been commercialized to high hell, but it's still a novelty concept. One that people need to focus on more to keep it from being so novelty."[/i]
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[i]Irina would be silent, for a few seconds, though it seemed as if she was deeply considering the holiday. She would nod then, sighing a little.[/i] "Maybe it would end out alright. The Christmas thing, I mean - assuming I don't fuсk up, and that Ari doesn't fuсk up either. But I think it'll be alright, first time celebrating this anyway."
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[i]"I'm sure neither of y'all will -blam!- up, that's my job," JT said with a sarcastic tone and a chuckle that joined it. [/i]
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"The last thing that I even went to that was [i]comparable[/i] to a party.. I got drunk as hell, fuсked Athena.. seems like the usual for me, but it's not. Things didn't necessarily work out for us." [i]It wasn't that Irina was unfaithful - well, she was, but.. Athena had seemingly disappeared, then reappeared again, only to disappear once more.[/i] "Though I'll come around. Straighten Ari out so she doesn't end up prеgnant or drunk as hell, bring Panta so she can chill out.. it should be alright."
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[i]"Yeah, I'm sure th' kids will be alright to hang out for a little bit. If not, I have a theoretical degree in biology and enough booze to wash away a bad memory." [/i]
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"Heh. We'll have to see how much booze can wash away the memories of Yharnam in general." [i]Irina would jest, while she was far from serious - to lose memory was to lose pieces of yourself. Physicality falling apart was already bad, but one's mental structure being degenerated was one thing that Irina actually had a distaste for.[/i]
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[i]JT would have agreed fully at that sentiment, if he had known; Memories shape you, they provide insight and clarity on you, and they are something to learn from. In the end, you are always alone with your actions, and JT may regret a great many things in his life, but he would never hope to forget them. "Right. I'm gonna guess yer a red wine girl? Pretty lasses like yerself usually are." [/i]
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"Practically grew up on the stuff.. other things are alright, but I'm used to wines more than any other drink." [i]Irina would smile a little, as her eyes would flicker over at JT. There was something within them - not necessarily a drunken haze, but something sparked a little.[/i] "What about you? Figured you'd be the whiskey type."
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[i]"Ring-a-ding-ding. Tried a lot of other stuff, but whiskey's got a certain burn to it." [/i]
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"I should try it, sometime. You think that we could.. y'know, order a few glasses of it? Guess it'll be my first time, but.."
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[i]"Glasses? Order a few bottles, takes me a lot to feel a buzz." [/i]
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"Ha, sure." [i]Irina laughed a little, as soon enough, some whiskey bottles would be brought to their table, roughly four in general. The waitress seemed puzzled by two people attempting to handle so much alcohol.[/i] "-Alright. Lady's first to drink, I assume?"
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[i]"Aye. Normally I'd chug one, but I gotta see your face with these." [/i]
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"Fine, fine." [i]Irina would laugh a little, pouring out a glass of the stuff before then taking a drink. Her face would scrounge up a little, as she looked over at JT as if he was crazy.[/i] "...Christ, this is.. something."
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[i]"Yeah, takes a little to get used to it." And with that said, JT took a bottle and drank at least a quarter of it. [/i]
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"Fuсking hell.." [i]Irina muttered underneath her breath in astonishment, though she had brief knowledge that JT was capable of holding his own when drinking. Some knowledge of it, anyhow.[/i] "You can handle a lot. Probably able to handle me, too, though I guess I get a little wild." [i]Suggestive jokes best jokes.[/i]
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[i]"The wilder the better, ain't that right?" JT took another swig from the bottle in his hand. His tolerance sure as hell wasn't genetic - naturally he couldn't drink much - but rather it was all handled by his synthetic body, and it's version of a liver. [/i]
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"Damn right, handsome.. should be pretty fun. Quick question, though - no, I'm not trying to kill you - how many parts of you are.. biotic? Blood flowing and such? Specific, if there are any. I do have an.. idea." [i]Irina smiled, in a rather devilish manner.[/i] [i]She was mostly asking because I don't know how much of JT is metal, though I think you've mentioned that he has nanite blood, so rip.[/i]
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[i]"My brain. That's it." JT spoke with a tone of deep pride, although it masked anger. He never wanted to get more biotics than his arm, but shit happened in his life, and so he ended up mostly machine. "I spit out the bone a while ago." [/i]
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"Sure?" [i]JT would feel a.. throbbing feeling, one that he may have been familiar with in a few situations. Irina, meanwhile, giggled a little.[/i] "...I've [i]really[/i] wanted to try that out on a guy.."
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[i]"You could've just asked me t' stand up," JT jokingly said, feeling something growing within (or rather, withon) his body. "Would've been able to see it." [/i]
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"Please, all of the other ladies and gents would be jealous. Though that's the point already, isn't it?" [i]Irina smiled yet, shaking her head.[/i] "Roughly one of the few times that I've used abilities for something other than combat. Weird."
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[i]"What else do you use it for?"[/i]
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"In the past, used the stuff for repairing wounds: either through literal scabs of frozen, solidified blood, or stitching it together using little blood tendrils - literal needles, I suppose. Constructs from blood bending work magnificently too.. but that's only in more gruesome situations. Did stuff like that when fighting dragons."
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[i]"I don't know if that's hot or just badass, so I'll double down and say both." [/i]
