Let’s go have some drinks!

[healitwithwater]

Demyx is stumbling and carrying his sitar over his shoulder when he makes his way up to bar today. Too many people have waylayed him with important conversations, it's time to down enough antidotes to kill off a plague. That should take care of the Atlantean and the hangover

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[acts_of_gord]

".... I'm not even sure I want to know," says Gordon, staring. "Uh. I'm fine with just beer, thanks."

[healitwithwater]

"BEER! Beer it is my good man!" Demyx declares from atop his chair, which he leaps down from to fetch a random beer and set it on the bar in front of Gordon.

[acts_of_gord]

He squints at the label. "Ommegang Ommegeddon," he notes. "Does this count for the explosion discount? It's got a mushroom cloud on the label...."

He's not sure if it's safe to open, actually. This is Milliways.

[healitwithwater]

Demyx looks at the label, pausing in his effort to nab more chairs to walk on behind the bar.

"...Yeah man, sure. Explosion is explosion. Uh, might wanna open that under the table, just to be safe."

He ducks down a bit, eyes just barely peeking over the edge of the bar.

[acts_of_gord]

"Never thought I'd be wanting my hazard suit for Happy Hour," Gordon murmurs with a half-smile.

He's terribly disappointed when it does not, in fact, explode. On the other hand-

"This is a lot less disappointing than I thought an American beer was going to be."

[healitwithwater]

"Oh? American Beer is disappointing?" Demyx makes a mental note of that. Nothing but Atlantean affects him right now.

For his part, he's happy that the beer didn't explode. Though that's one less thing to recommend to Axel.

[acts_of_gord]

"After Europe? Yeah..." Then Gordon gets a better look at Demyx. "Oh. Not from Earth, huh? You wouldn't know."

[healitwithwater]

"Nope! The world I'm from isn't anymore. It hasn't been for a long time." he explains with the same conversational cheerfulness. "But I do know someone who is from an Earth, so I can totally keep that in mind when I visit her!"

[acts_of_gord]

"Gotcha," says Gordon. "So, uh... which one are you? Everybody else who's had that coat on that I"ve met's had a number."

And been very odd, come to think of it. In one way or another.

[healitwithwater]

"Number IX of XIII - Demyx, The Melodious Nocturne." Demyx declares at the question with pride. Hey, even if he is the omega bitch of the Organization, it's the closest thing he has to 'family'.

[acts_of_gord]

"Nice," says Gordon. "Name's Gordon Freeman. No organization, no number, and the people who insist on giving me titles are all out of their minds."

What? It's not like they're around to hear it, and he had to tell somebody.

[healitwithwater]

"Freeman sounds kind of like a title! One of my bosses is called the Freeshooter, anyway." Demyx says after a moment to think it over.

[acts_of_gord]

"That's one of 'em, yep," says Gordon. "I can live with that. It's the others that start being a problem. You have anybody in the Organization who gets called anything like 'Opener of the Way'?"

[healitwithwater]

Demyx makes a face at that name. It looks like a mix between afraid and uncomfortable.

"No." he says, very firmly. "There was a Key of Destiny. Roxas. Who had to go and ruin everything."

[acts_of_gord]

Gordon snorts. "That," he says, "is one of the more rampant bits of insanity these people have. I don't know where they got that idea from, but I wish they'd drop it."

[healitwithwater]

"It's a bad thing to be." Demyx says, his voice losing all mirth, toneless aside from a thread of nostalgic regret.

"If you find the door in your world - you'll know it when you see it if you do. ...Don't open it."