Who: Scar, Lust, Envy, Heather, Henry What: Super Backdated 4th Wall Post Prom Room Party Where: The Academy Warnings: PG 13 - Over consumption of Alcohol, Drunken Discussion of Sexual Themes, Mild Body Horror
Lust can only blink, entirely taken aback by this turn of events. And the sight of him. What has he been up to? He rarely indulges - though he does indulge sometimes. Never with coffee and a large amount of tequila, but this seems to be an era of firsts for him.
If he wants to get stupidly drunk with her and her family, she's not going to stop him. Though the more she notices, and the more questions are asked and answered, the more questions she has.
It becomes immediately evident that Scar had not noticed Lust's presence until this very moment. He doesn't light up, insofar as Scar never lights up, but it is, unfortunately for others present, quite clear in the little brightening of his face and easing of his shoulders.
Henry's eyes drift from face to face as the information about this Mysterious Jug is trickled down to him. This isn't...something he expected of Scar. But he's not going to complain!
"Haha, wow...where did you get it?"
He stands and drifts closer. He's tired after taking so many weird prom photos and competing with those booths. He wants a drink!
Scar is half addressing Henry, half intellectually pondering how lovely his ???? looks elaborately draped in sparkly red.
"I went to the liquor store with BJ after..."
This is the first time he's uttered that name to anyone present. His eyes flit to Lust. Several scarcely connected thought processes occur, and it is at this moment that Scar realizes,
Envy has been listening to the back and forth of questions like someone watching a tennis match, growing more and more intrigued by the second. Scar brought back a tequila and coffee jug? He has a friend named BJ who he goes to the liquor store with?
This is so weird.
He also climbs off of his Heather perch to trail closer after Henry, looking over the Nefarious Potion. He doesn't think it will do anything to him, as a homunculus, but he is curious what on earth it tastes like. It could be fun to social drink with the humans!
They are all learning so much about Scar's previously-thought-nonexistent capacity for nonsense tonight.
Once she's no longer weighed down by Envy the lapcat, she slowly rocks into a sitting position, still eying the sloshing jug. It looks vile. But it also looks like exactly the cap-off that this terminally-high-school prom needed.
Oh. Hm. Scar's first instinct, upon noticing that something is Incorrect with the situation, is to look to his confidante in death, the light of his life from beyond two graves, the unholy keeper of everything that might still be called sacred, and murmur with the seriousness of a heart attack:
"I didn't purchase cups..."
As if Lust is somehow more likely to have an answer to this conundrum.
Nothing Scar says, to anyone's queries, illuminates this situation any further. Well, it shouldn't be that surprising. He's actively embracing life at last, and with that comes an interest in new experiences.
Of all kinds.
Including getting foolishly drunk. At least she and Envy can keep things from getting too ridiculous, it's not as though it will have much affect on them. She casts a confused and almost helpless glance towards Envy before answering Scar's...request of sorts.
"Cups...?" Does he expect her to pull them out of her dress? "I suppose there's bound to be something we can use, I'll look. Unless one of you has something?" Addressed to Envy, Heather, and Henry.
Perhaps someone brought some of those little paper cups for mouthwash.
Hmmm, maybe Scar just has different ideas of what tastes good and it won't taste un-drinkably vile...
Although the cups thing is. Hm. He meets Lust's eyes and shrugs just as helplessly, but he does try thinking on it. There's the little barely-a-kitchenette, he'd never actually looked in any cupboards.
"Do you think any came with the room? I guess one of us could run down to the cafeteria and steal some if we need to."
Wait.
"Hey...how were you drinking it before?"
WAS SCAR JUST DRINKING STRAIGHT OUT OF THE CHEESEBALL JUG??
She's the first person he asks about nearly everything, especially if it pertains to all the odd things about living that he doesn't know. It should only track that she would be able to assist with this faux pas... Right?
Apparently not.
All is lost.
Then, Envy speaks up. If he wants to make the risk of lifting some from the cafeteria, he can go right ahead.
Otherwise...
Scar unscrews the electric purple top of the jar and sets it aside. Maintaining stern eye contact with Envy (this is a demonstration to answer his question, after all), he lifts the sizeable heft of the jug carefully to his mouth, and takes a sip.
Henry watches his this and his lower lip falls open slightly to make a lower case letter 'o' as Scar drinks directly from the source. Damn, Scar, okay, you're a party boy deep down!
It's safe to say that having Scar stare directly into his eyes while drinking out of a giant plastic jug of alcohol is something Envy wouldn't have expected to see in a million years.
It's also! Possibly the funniest thing that's ever happened!
Envy's baffled stare wavers, then dissolves into snickering, then full on hands on his knees wheezing laughter.
"HAHAHA--okay, yeahaha, we're not all gonna...hang on, I'll check for cups. Hang on, hang on..."
He turns to go check those cupboards, still snickering. And hey! There they are! He pulls one out and waves it back over his shoulder.
Scar doesn't see what was particularly amusing about his demonstration, but he doesn't comment on it beyond observing with a steady frown as Envy temporarily loses control of his corporeal form.
He does prefer to be connected to as little 'crime' as possible, these days, so:
"A turn of good fortune," is what he says to Envy's discovery. He places the sinister potion on the counter, then grabs two cups, and backs off to let the others get in on the action. He lifts one of the cups and looks to Lust, silently asking if she would like some of Beetle's Juice.
There are probably worse ways to spend this particular post-prom night.
With a heavy sigh, Lust nods. Fine. She'll try this terrible alcohol drink. If it's as strong as he claims, perhaps she'll get a bit of a buzz from it. And sometimes it's fun, watching people get drunk while one is sober. Henry would probably be very entertaining.
And of course a small part of her is curious as to what Scar might be like, intoxicated beyond normal amounts.
"I'd simply like to state for the record that I think this could end up a terrible idea."
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Lust can only blink, entirely taken aback by this turn of events. And the sight of him. What has he been up to? He rarely indulges - though he does indulge sometimes. Never with coffee and a large amount of tequila, but this seems to be an era of firsts for him.
If he wants to get stupidly drunk with her and her family, she's not going to stop him. Though the more she notices, and the more questions are asked and answered, the more questions she has.
"This is...certainly a surprise."
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"It was an uneventful evening."
He clearly thinks this sentence is funny.
It is not recommendable to ask him why.
"I was left with this."
As if that explains absolutely everything.
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"Haha, wow...where did you get it?"
He stands and drifts closer. He's tired after taking so many weird prom photos and competing with those booths. He wants a drink!
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"I went to the liquor store with BJ after..."
This is the first time he's uttered that name to anyone present. His eyes flit to Lust. Several scarcely connected thought processes occur, and it is at this moment that Scar realizes,
"I am intoxicated."
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This is so weird.
He also climbs off of his Heather perch to trail closer after Henry, looking over the Nefarious Potion. He doesn't think it will do anything to him, as a homunculus, but he is curious what on earth it tastes like. It could be fun to social drink with the humans!
"Does it taste okay?"
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"I think you may have saved the day."
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Once she's no longer weighed down by Envy the lapcat, she slowly rocks into a sitting position, still eying the sloshing jug. It looks vile. But it also looks like exactly the cap-off that this terminally-high-school prom needed.
"... Well, fuck it. We ball."
Where's the red solo cups at.
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"I didn't purchase cups..."
As if Lust is somehow more likely to have an answer to this conundrum.
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Of all kinds.
Including getting foolishly drunk. At least she and Envy can keep things from getting too ridiculous, it's not as though it will have much affect on them. She casts a confused and almost helpless glance towards Envy before answering Scar's...request of sorts.
"Cups...?" Does he expect her to pull them out of her dress? "I suppose there's bound to be something we can use, I'll look. Unless one of you has something?" Addressed to Envy, Heather, and Henry.
Perhaps someone brought some of those little paper cups for mouthwash.
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Although the cups thing is. Hm. He meets Lust's eyes and shrugs just as helplessly, but he does try thinking on it. There's the little barely-a-kitchenette, he'd never actually looked in any cupboards.
"Do you think any came with the room? I guess one of us could run down to the cafeteria and steal some if we need to."
Wait.
"Hey...how were you drinking it before?"
WAS SCAR JUST DRINKING STRAIGHT OUT OF THE CHEESEBALL JUG??
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Apparently not.
All is lost.
Then, Envy speaks up. If he wants to make the risk of lifting some from the cafeteria, he can go right ahead.
Otherwise...
Scar unscrews the electric purple top of the jar and sets it aside. Maintaining stern eye contact with Envy (this is a demonstration to answer his question, after all), he lifts the sizeable heft of the jug carefully to his mouth, and takes a sip.
Duh.
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It's also! Possibly the funniest thing that's ever happened!
Envy's baffled stare wavers, then dissolves into snickering, then full on hands on his knees wheezing laughter.
"HAHAHA--okay, yeahaha, we're not all gonna...hang on, I'll check for cups. Hang on, hang on..."
He turns to go check those cupboards, still snickering. And hey! There they are! He pulls one out and waves it back over his shoulder.
"I don't have to go rob the cafeteria!"
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He does prefer to be connected to as little 'crime' as possible, these days, so:
"A turn of good fortune," is what he says to Envy's discovery. He places the sinister potion on the counter, then grabs two cups, and backs off to let the others get in on the action. He lifts one of the cups and looks to Lust, silently asking if she would like some of Beetle's Juice.
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With a heavy sigh, Lust nods. Fine. She'll try this terrible alcohol drink. If it's as strong as he claims, perhaps she'll get a bit of a buzz from it. And sometimes it's fun, watching people get drunk while one is sober. Henry would probably be very entertaining.
And of course a small part of her is curious as to what Scar might be like, intoxicated beyond normal amounts.
"I'd simply like to state for the record that I think this could end up a terrible idea."
But she won't stop it from happening.
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If they blew up a building or ended up in a holding cell everything would be back to normal on Monday.
Now joining the small crowd around the Jug, she leans in to take a whiff. And then leans back, eyes watering.
"Fffhhhhwooh. Jeezus. Envy, toss me a cup. This is either gonna send me to the moon or kill me instantly."