rose-colored glasses seem to be the rage

[exanimatus]

Who: Cain and Zelman
What: Another silly "date", drinking edition!
When: July 3 (tomorrow).
Where: Some classy joint out in town.
Rating: PG-13, for a cornucopia of bad decisions.

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[derpish]

Cain didn't drink very often, and he could count the amount of times he had actually been drunk on one hand. It wasn't exactly encouraged for the leader of the Red Mars Project to go drinking all the time, and it took a fair amount of doing to get an advanced clone drunk anyway.

Yet now was certainly one of those times, and he was beginning to notice his vision was blurred even with his glasses on. Putting his glass on the table firmly for emphasis before speaking.

"I don't think penguins should be even classified as birds."

[exanimatus]

Oh, right. Penguins. It's always marine biology with this guy. --Avian biology. Though even that's debatable, with how the conversation is going. He quickly gears back in and scrambles together the previous contents of their context.

"But they look just like birds. They have beaks. And the feet." The webbed feet, or the little claws. "Is that because they can't fly?"

[derpish]

"Exactly! Birds are far more..."

He pauses and flaps his arms a little in demonstration; in his mind a bird was something that flew, and a penguin was much more a fish than a bird.

"And penguins don't do that at all."

[exanimatus]

"No," he chuckles through his agreement, "No, they don't."

His fingers still wrapped around his glass, he manages to free one up for pointing in a non-specific and point-proving direction.

"But neither do ostriches. Or emus. Or--whatever those ridiculously large birds are called." He pauses for a moment, setting his glass down with an uneven clink. He's not actually sure which one it is. Maybe it's both? This really isn't his area of expertise.

"Are they not birds either?"