a winning combination // like chocolate and peanut butter // in a bar on a couch

[mm_walks]

Pop Quiz -- If you have chosen to drown your sorrows and anxieties in alcohol and then planned to ride out the buzz on a particularly comfortable couch, only to discover said couch is occupied, what do you do?

If you selected "make friends with the couch's current occupant," you get a gold star. In conclusion:

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[balancingminds]

Charles finds Milliways fascinating and has stopped skimming the top layer of minds after encountering so many telepaths.

Instead he's found a seat by the fire and leans forward when he sees the state Rache is in, "What's bothering your friend?"

[got_your_tongue]

Doll shrugs.

"Originally, he seemed very concerned about people calling Merchant of Venice a comedy. Any more than that and he's been much less forthcoming.

As for him being my friend, we met about an hour ago." She grins. "He moves a little fast."

[balancingminds]

"He appears to. I have known some men that will throw drinks for Shakespeare's sake but usually he doesn't bring them to tears. I might be able to help. I'm Charles,"

It's hard to see someone quite so distraught and not wish to do something.

[got_your_tongue]

"Call me Doll. And this is...

What did you say your name was again, sugar?"

Rache lifts the arm he flung over his eyes. (The room was rotating for a moment. It seems to have settled.) "Rache. Charmed." He wiggles his fingers in greeting. "Forgive my manners."

Flop goes the arm, back across his face.

[balancingminds]

"There's no need to apologize. Life has it's difficult moments. Would some coffee help or a good talk? I can provide both,"

He's being good and not peeking into Rache's mind though it would help to know what to say.

[tohearthesound]

It's probably for the best; Rache would likely react poorly to the intrusion just now.

"No coffee for me, thank you, but you're welcome to stay and chat."

[balancingminds]

"Thank you, I wouldn't want to be in your way. I'm still figuring out the best way to start a conversation here,"

At home, he tends to cheat.

[tohearthesound]

"You're doing fine," Rache assures.

"Alcohol, for example. Excellent facilitator," Doll adds, retrieving a half-full glass (formerly Rache's) from the floor.

[balancingminds]

Charles lifts his own glass of Scotch,

"I agree, it smooths away so much. Barriers fall and everything goes easier."

[tohearthesound]

"So much easier," Rache echoes cheerfully.

[balancingminds]

(OOC: Also per plotty, there's a Tiwa dealing with the after effects of Matt make out in now if you'd rather focus and fade. Charles isn't going anywhere.)

"Do you want to try the hair of the dog? Though you have found a beautiful woman to lean on so perhaps it makes sense to not find a way to move too quickly."

[tohearthesound]

[ooc: I saw her! I am trying to decide who best to fling at her.]

"Hair of the..."

Rache moves his arm out of the way, revealing a confused expression.

"I didn't think they were for eating?"

[balancingminds]

"No, it's a hangover cure. Have some of the hair of the dog that bit you. You have something small to drink and it helps."

[tohearthesound]

"Oh. That makes much more sense; thank you."

[balancingminds]

"It doesn't always work, but it can help."