drunk

[triarchic]

 The Drunk Meme

Whether you're in a bar, at home, a party, someone else's place, the beach, a park or somewhere else, you're drunk. And so is the person tagging you (or are they?).

1. Tᴏᴜᴄʜʏ Fᴇᴇʟʏ: Inhibitions are lowered and suddenly, touching whoever is around seems like the best idea.


2. Pʜɪʟᴏsᴏᴘʜɪᴄᴀʟ: You know the type. Deep (or not so deep) questions that have no answer— what's our purpose in life? Better write down any answers you come up with, because you might not remember in the morning.


3. Hᴀᴘᴘʏ Dʀᴜɴᴋ: Everything's just so funny right now, okay.


4. Aɴɢsᴛ: Are you drinking to forget? Gathering the courage to tell someone the terrible news? Either way, tonight's looking pretty dreary.


5. Mᴇssʏ Dʀᴜɴᴋ: Maybe you shouldn't have had that last shot. Either way, you're not holding your liquor too well.


6. Dʀᴜɴᴋ Sᴇx: Obligatory smut option.


7. Hᴜɴɢᴏᴠᴇʀ: bonus round; the morning after.
   
   Pick one or let RNG decide for you.

( taken from memebells )

Comments

[knowyourexit]

[john sometimes thinks that too, but his understanding isn't tainted by coding spanning the whole of his being. at least not the mechanical kind. what he's been groomed for since he could even remotely understand it.

he knows he's stranger compared to most. most kids worry about hanging out with friends. they worry about prom. their grades. full rides to MIT or whatever the hell. they don't keep a loaded handgun under their pillow. they don't know every back up place they will go to in successive order if any of them are compromised. they don't know how to rip a chip out of a cybernetic killing machine's head. he's certainly not "most kids".

but tonight---tonight he's making a hell of an effort at it.

he knows cameron doesn't care for his mother's rules. knows she thinks that he has to become "her john" and not his mother's son. he likes spending time with her, it's one of the few times he can just be who he is without---having to be anything else.

she isn't there to correct any lapses in his judgement. technically, this could be a huge one, but he just wants to be as close to himself as he can be for a little while. and only cameron and derek honestly afford him that opportunity. he remembers that food and such won't do anything for her, but she needs to blend in. and, like she told him once as she stole a fry, she's different than the others.

he curiously tilts his head a bit as her cheeks flush, and he can tell she's simulating the effects of both drink and party. he doesn't mind it. it's freeing. he keeps walking, his hand curled around hers, and takes another sip of his beer.]

More fun that the last one, anyways. Managed to get a beer this time at least.

[perfectnow]

[ She allows him to lead her, only half a step behind. They're far enough away from the party that her hand in his processes as unnecessary, but she doesn't pull away, her fingers deceptively soft and light as they grasp at his. Everything about this is unnecessary, but sometimes unnecessary is completely necessary. Humans.

John mentions the beer, and that's as good an opening as any. Cameron has gotten better at carrying out conversations in a smooth manner. Brute forcing them doesn't seem to always go well with humans, who appear to require priming and guidance to some topics. ]

You really wanted one. [ It's an observation more than a question or anything else. She continues. ] Why? Beer is a mind-altering substance and a toxin, John. We studied it. They told us. DARE.

[knowyourexit]

[he likes this. it almost feels real. guess as real as he's ever going to get, really. john can feel how light her hand in his is, and knows that she could crush his if she wanted. doesn't matter, he still likes this.

he snorts softly at her observation, and shrugs a little.] Yeah, well, I think I deserve one. Technically speaking I should be old enough to drink in this time.

[john let's out a small sigh.] I know they told us, but it's not bad with just a little bit every once in a while. One isn't going to kill me.

[perfectnow]

[ She's very pointed in that way of hers when she utters: ] You've had more than one.

[ She doesn't scold, though. It's not her place to scold. That's Sarah's.

Her eyes fall to the drink in her other hand. She could drink it, but it sounds like he wants it -- needs it? -- more than she does (not at all), so she doesn't take a sip. Just continues holding. ]

You can have mine, then, too, John. Because you deserve it. More than one.