[He assumes nothing until the sniff--which is startling, despite Nikos' powers of observation, and loud enough that he actually looks over at Kitty. This is a mistake that he quickly corrects, and resolutely sets his gaze forward, steady.
Without looking around, he reaches for his flask. The first drink is his. So is the second. Then he shoves it, brusque, at Kitty, still without looking at her or slowing his steps. And without saying anything at all, too. The strong warm smell of rum wafts up from the flask's interior, a heady and scented cloud.]
[ Well, actually, you know what? What the hell. She's never let alcohol past her lips before - she's seen too many people turned stupid and senseless by it, lulled into quiescence by its effects. But it's not like Nikos is actually really ever dulled by it. So maybe it's not as bad as she'd thought. And anything, anything, to take her mind off the stupid soppy feelings caused by his kind words.
[Despite the circumstances--or maybe because he's himself--Nikos smirks a little. He's still smirking when he reaches to take back the flask from Kitty.]
Something the matter?
[And he doesn't mean the crying. He's not going to talk about the crying.]
[ There aren't any tears now - or, well, there aren't any tears that come out of the twisted-up, complicated feelings of being told that the worst part about you, the bit that the world hates the most, is actually something good. No, these tears are purely, one hundred percent outraged pain over the fact that Nikos seems to have handed her liquid fire. ]
This is awful! Why do you drink this?
[ Perhaps illogically, she draws her hand back to pull it out of his reach, so that he can't take it back. ]
[Without looking, Nikos reaches for his flask again. He takes a pull, still without looking, so he can go on looking at Kitty, waiting for her to get it.]
Far from smirking, Nikos actually begins now to scowl. His skin has taken the particular pins-and-needles crawl that comes only with having received earnest compliments from someone.]
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Date: 2019-05-14 05:11 am (UTC)Without looking around, he reaches for his flask. The first drink is his. So is the second. Then he shoves it, brusque, at Kitty, still without looking at her or slowing his steps. And without saying anything at all, too. The strong warm smell of rum wafts up from the flask's interior, a heady and scented cloud.]
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Date: 2019-05-15 01:13 am (UTC)[ Well, actually, you know what? What the hell. She's never let alcohol past her lips before - she's seen too many people turned stupid and senseless by it, lulled into quiescence by its effects. But it's not like Nikos is actually really ever dulled by it. So maybe it's not as bad as she'd thought. And anything, anything, to take her mind off the stupid soppy feelings caused by his kind words.
So she takes it, and takes a tentative sip -
And chokes. ]
Oh, my God - Why!
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Date: 2019-05-15 04:53 am (UTC)Something the matter?
[And he doesn't mean the crying. He's not going to talk about the crying.]
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Date: 2019-05-15 11:39 am (UTC)This is awful! Why do you drink this?
[ Perhaps illogically, she draws her hand back to pull it out of his reach, so that he can't take it back. ]
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Date: 2019-05-15 07:40 pm (UTC)[And, with mild irritation--]
Though I wasn't giving it to you.
[So. You know. Give it. He holds his hand out, in that overdone sharp wrist-snap of impatience.]
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Date: 2019-05-15 09:30 pm (UTC)Is this one considered good? As alcohols go?
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Date: 2019-05-15 10:13 pm (UTC)Why. Would you want it for your own, if it was?
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Date: 2019-05-15 10:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-05-16 03:53 am (UTC)[So. He repeats the impatient gesture in her direction.]
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Date: 2019-05-16 05:13 pm (UTC)Well, why don't you get the good stuff?
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Date: 2019-05-16 09:40 pm (UTC)I don't get it because I do not deserve the good stuff.
[--Very flat. He waits to see if she will fall for it.]
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Date: 2019-05-16 09:45 pm (UTC)That's completely absurd. You must know that's absurd.
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Date: 2019-05-16 10:18 pm (UTC)No. Is it?
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Date: 2019-05-17 01:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-05-17 03:17 am (UTC)[Without looking, Nikos reaches for his flask again. He takes a pull, still without looking, so he can go on looking at Kitty, waiting for her to get it.]
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Date: 2019-05-17 09:03 pm (UTC)[ Quietly earnest - ]
It's simply the truth. You do so much more and attempt so much more than anyone else.
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Date: 2019-05-17 09:56 pm (UTC)Far from smirking, Nikos actually begins now to scowl. His skin has taken the particular pins-and-needles crawl that comes only with having received earnest compliments from someone.]
You're ruining this.
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Date: 2019-05-18 04:11 am (UTC)Ruining what?
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Date: 2019-05-18 05:17 am (UTC)[The only two. This goes unsaid but is layered, heavily, in the subtext.]
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Date: 2019-05-19 02:13 pm (UTC)[ Oh. Color comes into her cheeks. ]
Then why did you say - all that!
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