[She's drunk out of her mind. I don't know what to tell you.
Specifically, she's slumped over at the bar, several empty jugs and bottles strewn around her. There have been a few people coming and going, so it's possible that they're not all hers. But enough of them are.
When he speaks, she turns her head in his direction, but doesn't raise it from the bar.]
[ With a heavy sigh, and after surveying everything, he comes over to where she is and drops into the seat next to her. He grabs one of the bottles that still seems to have something in it, giving it a slosh to see - and then he knocks it back in a few, big gulps before speaking. ]
I probably shouldn't ask how many of these are yours. Is your tolerance still tanked?
[ He's not surprised, but he goes about picking through the remains of the other bottles and jugs within reach, finding what ones have something left and just - finishing them off, one by one. ]
[She says that pretty much immediately. It looks like there's more she wants to say - but she's having trouble getting her thoughts straight. She keeps opening her mouth to say more, and then pausing.
[ At least he'll agree, but it's not shocking given who he is. He falls quiet for a little bit after she sighs, leaning over the bartop to get both another errant bottle to add to the collection that he's semi-cleaning up, but he also goes to get a glass of water that he brings to tap against her cheek. ]
[Honestly, with anyone else, she might have argued having her alcohol swapped for water. With him, she just accepts it, and lifts her head so that she can drink from the glass of water.]
...if last week is any indication, tomorrow is going to be... bad.
I have a feeling we'll be seeing a number of miserable Sundays ahead of us, if this trend continues.
[ Ha ha ha! He watches her as she drinks her water, drinking from yet another bottle. This much alcohol doesn't do much to him, considering it's the last dregs of the bottles, but things got a little too close for comfort during trial today. So, down the hatch to cover his tracks for the rest of the evening. ]
[She would really, really prefer that this trend did not, in fact, continue. Just once, she'd like to walk out of one of those trials feeling like that they didn't just make things worse.
Just once.]
Mm, we should get some rest.
[She tries to get up from the bar and actually stumbles, which for her - accustomed to the influence of alcohol as she is - speaks more about just how far gone she is right now than anything possibly could.
Ugh.]
...ahaha, Ming-xiong, will you take me back to my room...?
[ Debbie Downer over here. But he looks down at her as she tries to get up, not going to catch her when she stumbles, if only because he heaves a sigh at the state of her. To think, this week has taken her out like this. He moves away from the bar, slipping out of the seat and going to duck down at her side.
Picking her up is easy. Even if she were in her male form, Qingxuan is still smaller than him. Like this, she doesn't weigh much, and he can scoop her easily, an arm braced behind her shoulders and the other behind her knees as he straightens up. ]
If only because I think if you tried walking there yourself, you would fall face-first into the floor and suffocate yourself.
[It's easy to settle into his arms when he picks her up. She trusts him not to drop her (although he might joke about it to scare her), and she settles her head against his shoulder, perfectly at ease.]
Don't be mean, I wouldn't do that. I'd roll over so I could breathe.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Specifically, she's slumped over at the bar, several empty jugs and bottles strewn around her. There have been a few people coming and going, so it's possible that they're not all hers. But enough of them are.
When he speaks, she turns her head in his direction, but doesn't raise it from the bar.]
...Ming-xiong...
no subject
I probably shouldn't ask how many of these are yours. Is your tolerance still tanked?
no subject
[So, uh. That's a yes, it's absolutely tanked.]
no subject
[ He's not surprised, but he goes about picking through the remains of the other bottles and jugs within reach, finding what ones have something left and just - finishing them off, one by one. ]
... you did what you could.
no subject
[She says that pretty much immediately. It looks like there's more she wants to say - but she's having trouble getting her thoughts straight. She keeps opening her mouth to say more, and then pausing.
Finally, she just sighs.]
no subject
[ At least he'll agree, but it's not shocking given who he is. He falls quiet for a little bit after she sighs, leaning over the bartop to get both another errant bottle to add to the collection that he's semi-cleaning up, but he also goes to get a glass of water that he brings to tap against her cheek. ]
Drink, Qingxuan.
no subject
...if last week is any indication, tomorrow is going to be... bad.
[Ha ha ha.]
no subject
[ Ha ha ha! He watches her as she drinks her water, drinking from yet another bottle. This much alcohol doesn't do much to him, considering it's the last dregs of the bottles, but things got a little too close for comfort during trial today. So, down the hatch to cover his tracks for the rest of the evening. ]
Best to prepare yourself.
no subject
[She would really, really prefer that this trend did not, in fact, continue. Just once, she'd like to walk out of one of those trials feeling like that they didn't just make things worse.
Just once.]
Mm, we should get some rest.
[She tries to get up from the bar and actually stumbles, which for her - accustomed to the influence of alcohol as she is - speaks more about just how far gone she is right now than anything possibly could.
Ugh.]
...ahaha, Ming-xiong, will you take me back to my room...?
no subject
[ Debbie Downer over here. But he looks down at her as she tries to get up, not going to catch her when she stumbles, if only because he heaves a sigh at the state of her. To think, this week has taken her out like this. He moves away from the bar, slipping out of the seat and going to duck down at her side.
Picking her up is easy. Even if she were in her male form, Qingxuan is still smaller than him. Like this, she doesn't weigh much, and he can scoop her easily, an arm braced behind her shoulders and the other behind her knees as he straightens up. ]
If only because I think if you tried walking there yourself, you would fall face-first into the floor and suffocate yourself.
no subject
Don't be mean, I wouldn't do that. I'd roll over so I could breathe.
[Idiot.]