[no healing. she wants to feel this. she wants to feel the discomfort, or else she wouldn't have turned the pain on in ViViD. who cares about getting points when the fight feels empty? especially now, when she needed the pain to remind her of how far she was going lest she cross the line.
Grell watches him with the moonshine, and she figures that's good enough of a cue to move on.]
You and I take a few of our credits and go take the edge off somewhere with decent drinks and a matching atmosphere.
[not to get blackout drunk. but if it's serious enough that Grell is suggesting drinking a noticeable amount, it says enough about how she really feels about all this.]
[It occurs to him that he doesn't really think he's ever seen Grell drink much. That it comes now when they're both trying to push for something in the wake of Clarke's disappearance isn't a surprise, but it does tell him plenty about how she's handling it (as if everything else hadn't already been a clue.)]
[He finishes his glass and sets it down on the table, before shrugging his shoulders. The responsible side of him should reject the idea, but the irritated, hurting part of him kind of wants to enter that exact atmosphere and maybe even fight someone.]
Got a place in mind? Your standards are probably higher than mine.
[He is basically already set to go, giving no sign of any needed preparation and nodding at her to lead the way. He's even ready to teleport or shadow travel as close as possible to cut out walking time.]
Pleasure District. Before it starts getting serious, but there enough that the folk that go in usually aren't going to look too hard at us so-called "refugees".
[she says this while checking her jacket pockets to make sure she wasn't forgetting anything. being able to be left alone was important, if she wanted to grab a drink. she didn't want to be looked at odd for being from another world entirely - at least it wasn't as bad as the way everyone had known a shardbearer by presence alone.]
I'm not really concerned about the Pleasure District right now. It's fine, I don't care.
[He gives Rhea a brief pat on the head, and the dog whines, giving Grell a brief headbutt before she slinks off to lay on the couch.] Do I need to change? We good to go?
[and if he follows her, very soon they'll find their way there. for no other reason besides amusement, she leads him on a path that makes more use of rooftops than it does sidewalks. leaps they can both make, and it eliminates the pain of foot traffic before she hops down in front of a pretty average looking establishment - a green door in one of the buildings the sign she takes.
inside, the atmosphere is more comfortable than rowdy or classy. a place someone could go to kill time, and not be bothered. the futuro Asian style that's around this entire city section is here, but it's not so much as to be jarring.]
Now, the true question - at the counter itself, or would you prefer more privacy?
[he's glad for the rooftop route, because that sort of excursion is always something he falls back on when he's in a shitty mood. The place Grell picked isn't sketchy like he hoped it might be, but he's not surprised because it's Grell and her tastes rise higher.]
[Bellamy takes an obligatory scan around the room, but it's nothing out of the ordinary.] Depends on how much you plan on drinking. It's easier if we're closer to the counter to get more, but we don't need to sit at it for that. [He nods a little towards a small table not all that far from the bar itself.] There?
[she nods, and without further ado goes and takes a seat. within a moment, someone working there breezes by to ask what they'll have, and because Grell is Grell, she orders for them both quickly enough that exactly what's in a "Cloud Guardian" isn't even addressed.
as it turns out, it's a vivid blue. are you brave enough, Bellamy?]
[Bellamy sits across from her and doesn't seem to mind when Grell orders for them both, mostly because he doesn't really care what it is right now, as long as it works like booze is supposed to. When the drink arrives, the vivid blue absolutely throws him off, and maybe at another time he would have said "no thanks."]
[But neither he nor Grell are here to say no thanks.]
[He lifts his up and tilts it towards her.] To that burning sensation and belligerence.
[And then he knocks back a pretty big sip of it, making a face as it goes down. It's not as strong as he hoped, but the flavor is powerful enough to make up for that, for now.] Fruity, maybe? Bitter too. Headache worthy, probably.
It's delightfully deceptive. Something that looks oh so potentially dangerous, and yet remains easy to swallow. If you take a few in one go, you'll feel the headache, of course, but I thought it best to give you something to start with before going straight to what will make you spin.
[for her part, she takes a drink, closing her eyes as she swallows. it had been the first thing she'd been recommended when she found this place, and so she would pass the torch like so.]
[He doesn't quite grin, but it is the most amused he's looked in days.] Delightfully descriptive. I'd probably have just called it weird and blue.
[He takes another big sip and even if it's not the best thing he's ever had, he enjoys it well enough - well enough to get what he wants for a start, at least. Grell had the right idea.] This might be one of the first times I've ever actually seen you with a drink.
And that was by my own choices. When the war was on, it hardly seemed sensible to drink much - if something was to come up unexpectedly, I wanted a relatively clear head to be able to deal with it.
[it's not a very exciting reason, but she hadn't gone teetotal on you, Bellamy. just something she'd thought of as logical at the time.]
Such a shame, all the times I've missed being able to say to hell with it and let myself go.
[He shrugs it off.] No, I get that. Even back home I didn't really - I didn't like to cloud my senses. I always wanted to be prepared.
[He takes another drink and laughs a little, dryly, 'to hell with it' calling up images of his own 'whatever the hell we want' days.] It's not too late to start now, right? There's plenty more after we finish these. Whatever the hell we want.
[As if to demonstrate, he drains another significant chunk of the blue drink.]
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Grell watches him with the moonshine, and she figures that's good enough of a cue to move on.]
You and I take a few of our credits and go take the edge off somewhere with decent drinks and a matching atmosphere.
[not to get blackout drunk. but if it's serious enough that Grell is suggesting drinking a noticeable amount, it says enough about how she really feels about all this.]
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[He finishes his glass and sets it down on the table, before shrugging his shoulders. The responsible side of him should reject the idea, but the irritated, hurting part of him kind of wants to enter that exact atmosphere and maybe even fight someone.]
Got a place in mind? Your standards are probably higher than mine.
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[as soon as he's ready, she'll lead the way. the more time goes on, the more she wants the edges of what she feels blunted enough to get through.]
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[He is basically already set to go, giving no sign of any needed preparation and nodding at her to lead the way. He's even ready to teleport or shadow travel as close as possible to cut out walking time.]
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[she says this while checking her jacket pockets to make sure she wasn't forgetting anything. being able to be left alone was important, if she wanted to grab a drink. she didn't want to be looked at odd for being from another world entirely - at least it wasn't as bad as the way everyone had known a shardbearer by presence alone.]
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[He gives Rhea a brief pat on the head, and the dog whines, giving Grell a brief headbutt before she slinks off to lay on the couch.] Do I need to change? We good to go?
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[and if he follows her, very soon they'll find their way there. for no other reason besides amusement, she leads him on a path that makes more use of rooftops than it does sidewalks. leaps they can both make, and it eliminates the pain of foot traffic before she hops down in front of a pretty average looking establishment - a green door in one of the buildings the sign she takes.
inside, the atmosphere is more comfortable than rowdy or classy. a place someone could go to kill time, and not be bothered. the futuro Asian style that's around this entire city section is here, but it's not so much as to be jarring.]
Now, the true question - at the counter itself, or would you prefer more privacy?
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[Bellamy takes an obligatory scan around the room, but it's nothing out of the ordinary.] Depends on how much you plan on drinking. It's easier if we're closer to the counter to get more, but we don't need to sit at it for that. [He nods a little towards a small table not all that far from the bar itself.] There?
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as it turns out, it's a vivid blue. are you brave enough, Bellamy?]
To bad luck, and worse headaches.
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[But neither he nor Grell are here to say no thanks.]
[He lifts his up and tilts it towards her.] To that burning sensation and belligerence.
[And then he knocks back a pretty big sip of it, making a face as it goes down. It's not as strong as he hoped, but the flavor is powerful enough to make up for that, for now.] Fruity, maybe? Bitter too. Headache worthy, probably.
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[for her part, she takes a drink, closing her eyes as she swallows. it had been the first thing she'd been recommended when she found this place, and so she would pass the torch like so.]
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[He takes another big sip and even if it's not the best thing he's ever had, he enjoys it well enough - well enough to get what he wants for a start, at least. Grell had the right idea.] This might be one of the first times I've ever actually seen you with a drink.
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[it's not a very exciting reason, but she hadn't gone teetotal on you, Bellamy. just something she'd thought of as logical at the time.]
Such a shame, all the times I've missed being able to say to hell with it and let myself go.
also tags this back now that hiatus is over
[He takes another drink and laughs a little, dryly, 'to hell with it' calling up images of his own 'whatever the hell we want' days.] It's not too late to start now, right? There's plenty more after we finish these. Whatever the hell we want.
[As if to demonstrate, he drains another significant chunk of the blue drink.]