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Awfully smarmy for someone who needs my shoulder to cry on, aren't you?

[she won't lower herself to snatching at the booze like a wayward Meowth after a toy, so she crosses her arms over her chest instead.]

The feeling is mutual.

Always.

[ The bag is set down on whatever surface he can find, the bottle withdrawn a moment later. It's... actually top-shelf stuff. Expensive. Whether it was obtained legally or not is a legitimate question. ]

Are you too broke to have glasses for pouring this into?

[she'll assume the worst, and expect it. if it was legitimate means, that would be a let down.

but after another Look Jessie does retrieve some cups, instead, little half-plastic things. probably those little plastic disney collectible ones they used to make you buy at mcdonalds]

What kind of thieves would we be if we didn't? Here.

[ Roman takes one of the cups, turning it in his hand. Mulan. Okay, sure. ]

Truly, you're living the high life.

[ He shrugs, setting it back down so he can go about pouring a drink for each of them. ]

You're not a weepy drunk, are you?

[obviously this means he needs to cut his hair and join the army so.

Not even waiting for the liquid to stop sloshing around, she takes a long sip]

Speak for yourself-- I'm a classy drunk.

Yeeeeeaaaah... you'll forgive me for being skeptical.

[ He doesn't wait much longer to take a drink himself, more of a gulp than a sip. It's been a rough day, alright. ]

Oh, drat. We didn't even toast first.

I'll never forgive you ever~

[oh, that's right. that's manners. she snickers:]

I don't think this'll last long for that, either way.

[ That earns an arch of his (well-groomed) eyebrow, a skeptical quirk of his lips. ]

If you finish this bottle I'm not going out for another. I'm not a charity.

[ He knows she's probably talking about the first glass (or cup, whatever) but... still. Fair warning. ]

Aren't you though?

[she's not as fast as he is to take a big ol' drought from the glass, but you know.
not because he told her not to!!]

Have you met me?

[ He scoffs, shaking his head as he takes another drink. ]

You can get your hands on booze just as easily as I can. It's not like we're worried about paying for it.

[idly swirling her glass--]

We all have regrets. I could, but I'm on a break right now.

A break.

[ He eyes her for a moment. ]

Don't tell me you're going to swing around to the other side. Redemption arcs are so overdone.

As IF! You're kidding yourself if you think so.

[a wave of her hand]

I mean a lunch break. A dinner break. Does jumping to conclusions count as a calorie burning method?

You would be shocked at how many times I see it happen. "I can't keep doing this," or "How am I supposed to live with myself," blah blah blah.

[ He rolls his eyes, refilling his cup even though it wasn't quite empty just yet. ]

It would be funny, if it wasn't so pathetic.

Someone sounds bitter-- like you miss your senpai or something~ Most Rockets die, as far as I know.

[a hum]

No, it's just sad.

Annoyed, is more like it. Getting new blood is a hassle. You want bitter, I could point you to a guy who's the textbook definition. He's very melodramatic, I'm sure you'd get along.

[ Except for the whole "hey how about we murder and/or enslave all humans" part, but. ]

Again, are you sure you aren't referring to yourself? You fit the bill.

You're a riot.

[ Another sip, another sigh, before he lifts his head to look around the room. ]

Don't suppose you have music? The atmosphere is so stale.

[ charming, that roman torchwick ]

[witchdick is so charming, yes. a gentleman.

with a gentle roll of her eyes, Jessie saunters over to a stereo that's nearby, hits a button. soft jazz pours out]

Just for you.

[ There's a short little hum, a pleased sort of sound. Color him pleasantly surprised. ]

What do you know, you do have taste! I'm actually a little impressed.

[her mouth puckers into a tiny pout, but she'll hide it with the edge of her glass.]

I always have taste-- you should know it just by looking at me. Clearly you're blind.

Appearances are so often deceiving, my dear. I maintain healthy skepticism at all times. It's good for the soul.

[ He lifts his cup for a sip - pauses, first. ]

Go on, make some quip about my soul or lack thereof, I set myself up for it.

[ And NOW he'll sip ]

I maintain a healthy skepticism. You go overboard to the point of pessimism.

No, I'm sure you have one. Way, way, way deep, deeper than the Earth's core. Way down there.

Even when I expect nothing I'm still constantly disappointed. If anything, I'm not pessimistic enough.

Ditched the thing years ago, it was bad for business.

Nah, yours is still around. Only a guy who brags about it says so.