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this is the thread's entire premise in a nutshell. I'm so sorry.
anyways. this thread is a fucked-up agglomeration of several threads (specifically the The Above OC is VERY Drunk, Share a Meal with the OC Above You, and Tea-time with the OC Above You threads), as well as a generalized version of the latter thread. I like making IC threads. also, as always... if this idea already exists, let me know so I can delete this thread. :")
though the title implies that your OC indulges in alcohol with the one above, you're more than welcome to opt for non-alcoholic drinks if that's accurate for your character, or if you're more comfortable with that! in other words, water, milkshakes, and so forth are all acceptable - just as long as it follows the basic premise of the thread. will your OC chug that gallon of milk after being dared by the OC above? who knows.
once the thread starts, the flow should go something like this:
Beatrice: I'm first. // Why are you like this? I don't drink alcohol. Water please.
M. Pourife: Miss, do you want a shot of tequila? You seem tired right about now. // I am flattered! Sure!
Fitzgerald: Do you want this beer can, sir? I have a juice box, but I doubt you'd really want that. // Cocktails are for cowards.
and so forth!
and now! for the thread rules:
- this thread is meant to be for all ages, so PLEASE keep all content appropriate for minors. this applies to both drinks and interactions. any NSFW/18+ interactions will revoke you of your kneecap privileges.
- sensitive content is fine; just be sure that it's spoiled or blacked out like this!!
- romantic/flirtatious replies are okay, but make sure that BOTH characters involved ARE and LOOK LIKE adults. in other words, anything flirtatious/romantic between an adult and a minor, or an adult who looks like a minor, will also get your kneecaps taken.
- replies must have some effort put into them!! you don't need to write an essay, but they must be at least five sentences long and demonstrate that you read the other OC's profile.
- notes regarding a character's drinking preferences and restrictions are okay! if your character doesn't drink alcohol, for example, feel free to add that as a footnote as an easy way for other people to find that information.
- after you post, wait for three people to post after you, OR for twelve hours to pass, before you post again!!
- you can claim a post to avoid being ninja'd, but please know that leaving a post unfilled for 6 hours will leave you liable to being skipped so that the thread doesn't get stalled.
- this isn't reeeeaaaaally a rule, but follow-ups are highly encouraged!! as a result, try not to write the above character's reaction for them!!
- this also isn't really a rule, but IC rudeness and drama are okay. want that drinking session to devolve into insults and a bar fight? go ahead. just don't be rude OOC, or I'll also snipe your kneecaps.
the first poster in this thread gets a freebie, but I'll start it up myself if several hours pass without a post. have fun, folks. ;3c
hello quick cw for underage drinking sorry for maribelle being a disgrace
Maribelle shambled from her eldritch abomination kitchen, once again with Roswell sitting at the desk in the main room. She set down his mug, first. The hot chocolate shat out a plume of steam, and there was a slimy, thin layer of film at the top courtesy of the milk, but otherwise, it was... fine. Just stir it.
She shambled towards her bed, sitting down on the creaky mattress and hunching over the cup in her hands. It hurt to hold it, given how hot it was, and especially given that working in the cold rain had rendered her fingers numb, but it was preferable to staying cold. They could have left their drinks at that, but after a moment of staring into her mug, she placed her hot chocolate on the drawer crammed next to the bed, and then reached underneath the bed.
"I still have wine left," she said, "It's from the last time you visited. I try not to drink a lot of it, since I know I probably won't get another bottle for a while, but since you're here..." She trailed off, her hands hooking around the neck of the bottle. She held it up -- a full-bodied red -- and opened it to pour in her drink, before standing to approach Roswell.
"I had my first drink when I was eight or nine, I think. Not that I stole it, I didn't, my father gave it to at a party as a joke. I think it was a joke? I can't remember." she rambled, as she poured a splash of wine into his mug, filling it to the brim, "This bottle's cheap compared to what I had first, though. Not that it matters, the wine I had then just made me feel sick. Alcohol's supposed to taste better as you get older, apparently..." She trailed off for a moment, and then scoffed. "I'm sure whiskey tastes like heaven to you."
She closed the wine, leaving it on the desk as she returned to her own cup. She sniffed at it first, but then scrunched up her nose. Yes, that was alcohol.
Maribelle made a face as she took a sip, forcing back a cough as she set the mug back down atop the drawer. She glared at her drink for a minute, and thought about how stupid she was for ruining a perfectly good hot chocolate. All because she wanted to be an adult and get drunk on a Sunday.
"It's still kind of bad." said Maribelle, "Probably should have eaten something with it, but... I think I have crackers in the cupboard." She took another sip -- or a swig, more like, as she wanted to just get it over with. "Or--" She paused a moment and coughed. "Or, I think you're supposed to get drunk faster if you don't eat? That's what I heard, anyway. I usually just drink at parties with lots of food. Whenever Fuchs brings me."
Another cough.
"It kind of hurts."
@ np: go wild maribelle will drink anything you give her
Taylor, glared disapprovingly to Maribelle, as she tried to order a drink, having handed an ID that he could tell was a fake. At least, he had never seen an ID quite like it. It looked like Maribelle was already a little drunk anyway, from what the snow leopard could both smell and see; there was a lingering stench of cheap wine coming off of her breath and her movements as she had entered the bar were rather clumsy.
"Yeah... I ain't encouraging this. Not while Tiff left me in charge. Sorry but, I can't accept that ID."
Sliding it back across the table, he sighed before looking back towards the door. Although Mari was now clearly a minor, sending her back out onto the streets of Nightfall City in her current state... well, Taylor was sure that's not what Tiffany would want and he certainly didn't want to push even a stranger into any trouble, if he could help it. Turning back to Maribelle, paused before offering her a smile.
"Well, i'm not going to send you on your way either. I'll get you something non-alcoholic, but just as good."
Pushing away from the bar, he began to fix up a drink, mixing together ingredients in a cocktail shaker before popping two cocktail glasses on the counter. Before long, they were filled up with a colourful, purple and ice-blue concotion, with ice shards peeking up just over the top.
"This is my specialty, in mocktail form. Alcoholic is fine, but sometimes I don't want to wake up with a headache, so..."
Pushing it along to Mari, he smiled and took his own, bringing it to his lips and gently sipping down the sweet, chilling drink. After taking his sip, he sighed happily and smiled to Mari. As far as he saw it, Maribelle had obviously come here for a reason, and Tiffany's policy was that Club Aurora should be a place for people just looking to chill, hang out, and relax. Whatever Maribelle was drinking for, he was ready to ensure she was at least taken care of~
"Mmm... yep, still good. This is on the house, by the way... you can come in here, so long as you only drink non-alcoholic stuff. Until you turn 18 at least. Then i'll be sure to serve you the alcoholic version of this, ok~?"
Spoilered for underage drinking, given Mari's age.
Despite the Twilight Heroine being of legal age to drink alcohol, she is known for her dislike of alcoholic drinks. Instead, she is known to drink a lot of coffee.
Lucasia looked to Taylor, seeing that he was already drinking something alcoholic. Taylor asked the woman if she wanted him to order a drink for them, but she politely declined.
"Sorry, I don't really like alcohol. I prefer coffee over any other drink," she told him with a smile, getting up to order a coffee drink from the bar that also served coffee (Thank gods that they did, or Lucasia would be forced to drink coffee.).
Somehow as she ordered a coffee drink she suddenly gained a feeling that perhaps Taylor was secretly underaged. It could have been possible. Besides, Lucasia does work as a part-time bartender in her father's tavern, and she did see that Taylor looked somewhat young, but perhaps he was old enough for alcohol. In the end, she set aside her thoughts as her order was completed.
Once she was back with Taylor, the two would chat casually about their lives. Lucasia was rather interested in Taylor's life in a club, while she often talked about her achievements as a heroine. It was quite a relaxing time, and alcohol wasn't needed for Lucasia.
"Seems like alcohol and coffee don't seem to be bad together after all!"
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Note for @NP: Lucasia is of age but she really hates alcohol and would rather drink coffee than anything! If she is forced to drink then perhaps she might but one drop of alcohol and she passes out due to her very low alcohol tolerance, so keep that in mind! She just wants to have a good time, in the end, perhaps maybe alcohol isn't recommended...
Might do follow ups! :)
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(FOLLOW UP TIME!!!)
"Oh, do you mean this? My photo of my family?" Lucasia questioned as she took the photo out of her pocket, earning a nod from the detective.
Taking a sip of her coffee, Lucasia giggled a bit as she showed the detective the precious family photo.
"Well, first of all, my family is alright. No drama, no shit going down. We are happy together!" she told them.
Another sip of coffee and she continued.
"But I can treat you to some stories I and my family share that has been going on recently, maybe I can tell you about my parents and my many siblings, how about that for a change?"
"You see, i don't drink coffee that much," whined Barn, pouring a bunch of coffee into his mug. "But I'll make an exception today. Just this once." As if he didn't just have 3 cups earlier. Riiight.
He handed Lucasia a taller mug. It had 4 cups of milk, only two sugar cubes melted into the bottom. This made the coffee look like pure milk at this point. "Hopefully you're not addicted to this stuff, you can get addicted pretty quickly." He took a sip from his mug and coughed. "But anyways." He stopped in between his sentence and looked over at Lucasia's pocket. A photo. "Hey uh, is that your family?" He smirked, probably about to ask something stupid.
"Is there any.... Family drama? Strange disappearances? Tell me about them while we drink. I'd like to solve them." Please Lucasia, do not trust this man.
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Np Barn drinks alcohol, but is an addict to coffee. Have fun.
"Ooh, kitty, kitty. You're such a pretty kitty," Zinnia cooed, the corners of her lips curling upwards while she fluttered her eyelashes. Her fingers brushed along the feline's black pelt while she cradled her in her arms. After pausing to examine the naekiin, Zinnia made her way over to the kitchen.
"Well, you've got a lovely little bow on you, kitty. I bet your owner misses you badly. I can't imagine what would happen if I lost my three kitties. Oh, you must be hungry and thirsty. Here you go..." Upon completing her sentence, Zinnia bent her torso down and placed the feline down. It seems like the teenager mistook the shapeshifter for a domestic cat. After the younger party paused to watch Emlyn, she turned around and walked over to the refrigerator.
Once the teenager opened up the door and pulled out a juice pouch, she seated herself at a table and pulled off the straw. Her fingers briefly fiddled with the plastic wrap encasing the straw before she stabbed the sharp end against the table surface. After removing the plastic wrap, Zinnia repeated her previous action, this time so she could stab the straw through the small, silver-tinted slit.
Zinnia was so focused on sipping on her juice that she barely noticed Emlyn hopping on the table surface. As soon as she realized this, she tilted her head over to glance at the feline and shot her a smile. Eventually, the feline started to speak to her. Caught off guard by this, Zinnia abruptly choked on her juice. She forced herself to swallow the miniature mouthful of juice she held in her mouth, pounding her fist against her chest while she hacked loudly.
"I'm okay—i'm okay," she blurted, squeezing her eyes shut when she felt them sting. After using her thumb to brush away the tears welling up in her eyes, she returned her gaze to Emlyn and allowed her shoulders to tense up.
"Ooh, I'm sorry, miss. I...I didn't know," she responded before pushing herself up. She made her way over to the sink, pulling a glass out of her cupboard. After she paused to fill the cup with water, the teenager seated herself back down and placed the cup in front of the naekiin.
"There, is this better, miss? I'm sorry, I—I really didn't know, ma'am. I hope I didn't hurt your feelings. Erm, if you're hungry, I have cupcakes, crackers...a whole ton of snacks!"
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NP, the only drinks that Zinnia won't touch are black coffee and alcohol! Otherwise, go all out!
“You know, miss,” Jo’Ann quickly professed with a wave of her hand before leaning in towards the other party, “It’s not every day that I can drink iced coffee with someone, yes?” She laughed carefully before inching her hand towards her cup, an iced coffee that was so obnoxiously adorned with additives ranging from honey to chocolate curls that one wondered how the hell the older woman’s teeth hadn’t started rotting from the amount of sugar-related cavities that were on them.
Of course, once she actually got her hand around the cup and held the straw to her lips, Jo’Ann’s laughter became… Steadier. She fluttered her lashes at the other party, even as she secretly judged the spirit for deciding to order a sandwich along with the coffee, and allowed her smile to grow.
Hell! If anything, Jo’Ann was genuinely content as she started to sip and - Or maybe that was due to the sugar that was coursing through her system.
Hmmm…
“Besides,” she grunted coolly, “I think I might as well get my ass kicked for this sort of thing. Most of my coworkers would rather drink coffee that pretty much has nothing added into it.” She scoffed half-playfully, half-mockingly while waving her hand. “And I think that’s fucking stupid! Sure, there’s nothing to dilute the caffeine, but… Like…” The police officer pursed her lips into a pout. “... Where’s the fun in that? All they end up doing is drinking the same damn thing over and over again. It’s almost no surprise that they hate their damn job, everything considered. Huh!”
That was easy for her to say, but. Well. You know.
Jo’Ann sipped from her cup for a few more seconds before setting it down and letting out a sigh. Her eyes relaxed slightly as she carefully scanned the feline for any sign of apprehension in the creature’s fur- Or muscles, for that matter.
She then shook her head and huffed coolly, “But fine, we can get the camaraderie out of the way if you so desire. You want to get rid of someone, right?” Jo’Ann paused for a moment, then leaned in towards the other. “I’d like to let you know that normally, such a conspiracy is illegal and would afford you a lengthier sentence than if you committed a crime out of sheer passion, but,” the middle-aged woman hummed, as if such a revelation wasn’t immediately obvious, “Like I said, I know my way around the law, so…” Her voice lowered into a whisper as she sniffed, “... If you have some money with you, perhaps we can negotiate. I hope that the iced coffee is putting you in a decent mood anyhow…” Oh?
@ NP: Jo'Ann absolutely fucking loves iced coffee. she'd probably drink it by the gallon if she could. she doesn't mind hot coffee but might judge you if you drink it without a bazillion additives.
on the other hand, Jo'Ann isn't normally the type of person to consume alcohol, and she has a bit of a low alcohol tolerance! she can consume cocktails without getting too tipsy, but she'll probably get super sloshed from anything more potent (assuming that she'd drink that much in the first place, as she's rather averse to bitter tastes).
maybe I'll also do a follow-up for NP if I have the time??
He looked up at the waiter who just had brought the iced coffee for Jo'Ann and his white jasmine tea and thanked him, before he made himself comfortable in his chair again. The cafe was really nice, not too big and crowded, almost peaceful actually. It had been a while since he had visited such a place. Usually he did not have the time for... this. If he was to go out it would usually be business meetings in fancy restaurants or visits to clubs - which he didn't really like, but being present was important, especially since their actual owner stopped visiting as frequently because he was distracted. Oh well, young love...
"Thank you for meeting me here, this place is really nice." he declared with a smile. Of course, this was business as well, of sorts. "So... you wanted to know some things? I can't promise that my answers will be satisfying but I will try my very best to answer them as good and truthful as possible." Not that he would lay open any details of his work, but since the company did have a rather good front he doubted she wanted to talk about that.
Considering Jo'Ann's apparent distaste for tea it was indeed good that they had met in a place as public as this, he would never have managed to make an iced coffee as fancy as the one she had now, since he did, in fact, prefer tea. By far. Hopefully that would not be part of the discussion.
(v Aaaaaa I'll try to write a follow up tomorrow, I love Brown! :D)
(I'm sorry, finals are eating me alive, but here it finally is!)
Shin was quite used to people looking at him like Brown did, although he appreciated her at least trying to not let it show too much. Still, he was not too bothered by it, mainly because she did not look like she could end his life with her bare hands, unlike certain other people, but maybe he underestimated her. Whatever it may be, he was not too keen on finding that out.
As usual with meetings like this one he let Brown say whatever she wanted to say, before he himself raised his voice. "That entirely depends on what you have in mind, Miss." the man smiled, tilting his head slightly. He knew a lot about crime, organized as well as any other; it was important for the job, after all. And he ...knew... enough police officers to inquire anything he needed to know.
"It hurts me that you think of me like that." Shin remarked, not actually hurt. "I just like to keep things professional." Not that he would argue against Brown's image too much, she was entitled to believing whatever she wanted to. In truth he was not actually that brutal, especially in comparison to other people, he disliked any form of violence (that was not against himself), and avoided it as much as he could.
"Oh, I agree." the Yakuza sighed, "...and I appreciate you being direct." People who tried to be mysterious tended to be quite annoying to deal with. Shin for his part liked anyone who was able to just say what they wanted to say and not waste anyone's time, including their own.
At her proposal he slightly lifted a brow, waiting on anything to explain it further. "Well, it would be rather helpful if you could be a little more specific; for now I can only tell you that I would consider your offer, whatever it may be." the man chuckled at Brown's comment regarding his tea. It was fair, he would give her that much. But he just disliked alcohol, always had. It tended to bring out the worst in people... but he was not here to discuss that, so there was no further response and he instead awaited Brown's reply.
To say that Brown squirmed just the tiniest bit underneath the yakuza's gaze was... An understatement.
His expression seemed so calm, whereas the middle-aged aristocrat was honestly trying her best not to seem pissed by his very presence. She smoothed out her grimace into a more acceptable-looking frown as she coughed into her sleeve, then lifted the wine gladdest up to her lips. Situated across from her, at their little dining-room table, was her guest... And his cup of tea. Though she could detect the faintest hints of jasmine, Brown remained unamused... And still on edge, for that matter.
Even the slightly bitter taste of her wine did little to sweeten her words as she grunted, "So... Let me get this straight...", and coughed into her sleeve. "You know something about how crime works around here, no?" inquired Brown with the slightest curiosity in her inflection. She paused before leaning in slightly. "Though when I speak of crime, I suppose that it would be the more... Organized type. Yes?" She cocked her head and fluttered her lashes, just in time for her voice to lower itself into a coo:
"I would remark that 'organized' fellows like yourself would remind me of my peers. They look calm and serene on the surface, but that only serves as a farce for their brutality... Or some shit like that. A total contrast against myself, who is more than proud to be an asshole as I see fit. I assault and I batter, and I may have engaged in murder as well. It may sound foolish to be upfront, but at the same time..."
After breaking her words off with a purr, Brown shook her head and crooned, "Being upfront can be helpful. Too many folks rely on deception and hearsay anyhow." She took a sip from her wine glass and rolled her shoulders as she waited for the alcohol to go down her gullet. In the meanwhile, Brown leaned back in her seat and let out a relaxed "ahh." Good for her.
Feels relieving to be with equals for once, huh...
She hoped that the thought was enough for her to calm her nerves down a bit, as she then proposed carefully, "If you are not too busy... Perhaps we can make a deal? Regarding a potential..." Brown paused, the next word lodging itself at the very tip of her tongue. Shit. "... Alliance." Yes. That. "That would be up to you, of course," she added with a wave of her hand, "but consider my proposal an honor in the first place." Letting out a cough, Brown then leaned in slightly and narrowed her eyes. "Besides, I could focus on the fact that you drink tea with rich foods instead of wine. Like a heathen... Just saying." Ouch.
@ NP: Brown can drink booze, but she has a special hatred for whiskey; anything else is fair game (especially wine and absinthe), and she has a pretty high alcohol tolerance much of the time. she also rather enjoys coffee to some extent, but tea tastes like water to her, and she'd probably condemn juice as "too fruity." feel free to get creative otherwise!! ^^
I'll also try my best to do a follow-up for NP if I have the time!!
What a lovely afternoon. Tortellini got smothered with affection and given extra meals and treats today! The true icing on the cake, though, was that one of her best friends was the one providing it all for her. However, there is one thing missing, and that is a delicious beverage fit for the tripod.
Letting out a loud trill whilst she hobbled along, Tortellini scavenged around, both in search of Brown and her favorite toys. Though she failed to find the latter, the former abruptly caught the Scottish Fold's eyes. Upon making a direct beeline towards the elder party, Tortellini yowled as loudly as she could:
"Yang! Yang! Brrp, yang?"
Upon ensuring that she caught Brown's attention, Tortellini began sashaying over to the kitchen, occasionally glancing over her shoulder to make sure the elder party was in tow. As soon as she arrived in the kitchen, Tortellini gazed around. Three items had caught the molly's eye: the empty food bowl, the water bowl that was filled to the brim, and a quarter-full glass perched on top of the counter.
"Mmbrrp," Tortellini trilled, hobbling over to the bowls. After pausing to stare at her reflection in the water bowl, Tortellini rubbed her head against the side—that is, until it eventually flipped over. She was in complete shock. How could this happen? How was this possible? Now her lone front foot was sopping wet. Tortellini, however, abruptly put aside her malaise to begin lapping up the puddle. This was scrumptious; bone apple tea.
Whilst she listened to the elder party and watched her intently, Tortellini eventually decided that the puddle water would not satiate her. It was delicious for the five seconds that she lapped it up. Maybe her siblings—or Brown—could finish it. Right now, she found something even more satisfying: the cup of water on the counter. After she finished examining the elder party, the three-legged Scottish Fold hobbled up to the counter, climbing up it with difficulty. Tortellini eyed the glass intently, letting out a medley of chirrups as she did so.
As soon as Brown turned away, Tortellini was snout-deep in the glass. She did not care if this was the same exact water in the capsized bowl; she found this beverage much more delicious. According to the feline, this was perfection. Hopefully, Brown would not scold the kitty.
