Of drinking buddies (and demonic jeepers) [say, Friday? Saturday? It's *the weekend*.]

[karaokedemon]

So. Seeing as the resident counselor has found a fellow fan of a variety of alcoholic beverages in the resident Jedi knight, what better way to celebrate this new-found common denominator than to socialize with a few drinks?

As long as neither of them are aiming at getting hammered, or even remotely wasted, what can go wrong

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[force_of_life]

It's mildly terrifying to think of the number of realms, planes, planets and solar systems they can raid between the in the search for a good drink.

Luke turns up with a backpack and plans to make sure that Lorne stops fussing and worrying for one night. He drums his knuckles on the door, a silent voice calling through the door. Lorne? 's just me.

[karaokedemon]

Oh, thank goodness. Not that he's got anything to worry about, technically speaking, no, shush you nosy people reading this.

The door opens, and Lorne gestures for Luke to come on in, make himself comfortable. This often boils down to claiming one of the armchairs as his own, because, really... Between the vanity-slash-desk, bed and small book shelf, what is there left where furniture's concerned?

A carpet. Non-magical.

"Right on time, sweetie."

[force_of_life]

Luke claims his usual armchair. Unlike usual, he does so after stopping to undo his boots and leave them by the door, padding across the room on near silent bare feet. The backpack is put down. "I raided Han's cabinet with Leia's blessing. I don't know what half of this is.

"Jedi are always on time. Except when they're not."

[karaokedemon]

"Sounds like the words of a wise man to me."

Lorne putters about, watching his friend without actually watching. "So, what are we having tonight? I have everything from Budweiser to Rioja."

[force_of_life]

Luke's pulling out bottles with alien languages written across them. "I figure we line them up in something approximating alphabetical order and go from one end to the other?"

This might not be the best idea ever.

[karaokedemon]

"Count me in, sugar pie."

And lo, the arranging begins. "I hope you didn't bring anything entirely too toxic?" They could, theoretically, get in a lot of trouble for this, what with being respectable fellows with respectable positions at the Institute.

[force_of_life]

Luke stares blankly. Shrugs slowly and grins widely. "I have no idea. I don't know what most of these are, except not poisonous to humans." He assumes. He also pauses with one bottle. "What about sounds that aren't in a language I can speak and you possibly can't either? Start of the line or end?"

[karaokedemon]

"Might as well start at the beginning. Left to right." It'll be so much easier, later on. Assuming they'll need that kind of forethought and logical assistance.

"I say we mix them up good. We'll hazard a guess on the ones we have no idea how to pronounce." :3

This'll be so much fun!

[force_of_life]

"I know how to say it in theory, but I don't have enough mouths to do it, and my tongue isn't forked." He waves the bottle. "Let's start with this one so it's out of the way nice and fast."

[karaokedemon]

Lorne brings two tumblers over and takes his usual seat right across from Luke. He holds out both of them and waits for Luke to pour, and will then hand him one of them.

"As long as it doesn't burn my throat to a crisp, I think I'll be fine. Gotta take care of the pipes, after all."

[force_of_life]

"If it does, I'll patch you up. Though I'll warn you, I'm not really that good at the healing aspects." At all.

Luke pours the bright purple luquid out and just a finger deep before he caps it and sets it aside. Picks up his glass and holds it up to Lorne. "Cheers."

It tastes like pure sugar with added sugar and a surprise hit of battery acid.

[karaokedemon]

Sugar isn't too bad in the large scheme of things. Added sugar is...absolutely horribly sweet, but doable - sugar does make the effects of the stuff kick in faster, and someone like Lorne really needs the boost - but the battery acid finish?

Lorne hoots. Loudly. Covering his mouth with his hand. But he seems to be chortling, so, that's a good thing, right?

[force_of_life]

Luke's coughing. And choking. And laughing. And pulling interesting faces. "That's revolting." But he finishes the glass, with more face pulling.

[karaokedemon]

"Whooo." Excuse him while he wipes his eyes. "Hoochie Mama, that one had a nasty left hook!"

But, he leans forward with a grin. "Next one, sugar, win my everlasting devotion, hm?"

[force_of_life]

"It's like you speak another language, I love it." He got the request for next though, so next is the bottle marked 'absinthe'.

He pours a finger again into each glass unless stopped.

[karaokedemon]

It's not the way you drink absinthe, traditionally, so, yes, it's time to stop the train.

"Not so fast, Bubba. We need us a new set of glasses for this one. Absinthe is no willy-nilly drinking game beverage. Uno momento, sweetie."

He'll just fetch two small glasses, a pair of spoons especially designed for the drinking of Absinthe, a pitcher of water, and where did he get those lumps of sugar?

"Lemme show ya how the pros do it."