004 | Party of One, Now With 90% More Booze! | OTA

[bestmercever]

So everyone thinks they're dying. I'm immune or something. Heard Stark's dead -- that blows, I guess. I wasn't too close to him, but hey. I hear some were, so. Y'know. Good luck dealing with that

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[lone_defender]

Not everyone's down with it. Maybe you just haven't caught it yet? [She smiles helpfully. Though, actually, she's healthy too...so she's counting on the 'some people are immune' thing. Or at least lucky. Because that doesn't look fun at all.] Is it Arkham-made? Cos if it's not you might want to be sure it's well hidden if you get sick.

[bestmercever]

I don't know anything about it except that apparently it killed Stark and I don't have it. I was hoping the doctors were getting somewhere with that.

[He rubs his face. This is not something that he has any desire to get hit with after spending a little time saddled with his cancer again. With a shudder, Wade looks directly at the camera.]

If you do come down with it, stay away from me, Carol, and Logan. Johnny too, 'cause I've got a feeling that you don't build an immunity to anything this place throws at you and he's already down. I think it's like knee injuries: once you've had it, it's hella easy to have another one.

[lone_defender]

No, I meant your drink. Is it home-brew or professional? [She arches an eyebrow at his request.] If I come down with it, I'm not even sure who those people are. [Unless Johnny refers to someone she knows whose name is John. It's kind of a common name.] I don't plan to run through the streets through it, so I think they'll be safe.

[bestmercever]

Oh! Sorry. Most of it is professional stuff, but I've got a two-liter that used to be full of Coke. It's been replaced with moonshine, though. Burns blue, so it's safe stuff, if you're interested in it.

As for being sick, though. Johnny shouldn't be hard to miss -- he's the guy who flirts with anything that's got tits and a moderately cute face; Logan is easily distinguished by his incessant grunting and growling; Carol is the hot blonde who was freaking out over me back when everyone was "normal" and my cancer was back.

[lone_defender]

[She squints.] Really? Wouldn't that eat through the plastic? [She doesn't actually know, as she's not exactly intimately familiar with moonshine. It's just something she heard once that may or may not be true.] Nah, your stuff is safe from me. Not much of a stress drinker.

Right. Flirty guy, growly guy, hot blonde. I'll keep those in mind if I end up sick. Or...try. [She smiles] Can't guarantee anything once there's pain medication involved.

[bestmercever]

I appreciate it all, girlie. You're in luck today.

[his tone makes it sound like that's a rare occurrence. Knowing wade, it just might be.]

[lone_defender]

[Not knowing Wade, she has no idea, so her smile is equally amused and...well, not equally. It's amused and a little bit skeptical.]

It's Rose, if we're tossing around names.

[bestmercever]

Wade. Nice to meetcha, Rose. How often do you consider drinking with strangers in what may as well be Hell?

[he sounds perfectly polite, except for the tremor of amusement that's threatening to become outright laughter.]

[lone_defender]

[She purses her lips.] S'pose it depends on which circle we're at. I try not to drink on the circle they reserve for drunkards. Seems a bit disrespectful.

[bestmercever]

Their impulse control is not my issue. [le shrug]

[lone_defender]

Yeah, but aren't you tempting fate drinking in a place where they exist to punish people for drinking too much?

[bestmercever]

I can't get drunk, sweetie pie. That means I don't have a chance in Hell -- pardon the pun -- of getting stuck there.

[lone_defender]

[Oh hey, color her curious.] And yet you've got stores of the stuff? D'you just like how it tastes? Cos I've never cared for it.

[bestmercever]

[he shrugs] I like it. The burn, the flavor, you can't get it anywhere else.

[lone_defender]

[She purses her lips.] I s'pose so. What's keeping it from working?

[bestmercever]

Healing factor. Basically, the same stuff that's keeping my cancer from killing me also keeps me from enjoying anything mind-altering.