[ His "drink" was a little hair of the dog, but largely because real coffee is hard to come by. Methamphetamines seem like they're easier to get a hold of than caffeine. Because of this, Nate completely abandons the alcohol and slides along the edge of the counter before reaching for the travel mug.
Its insulated, but a little heat leaches out into his palm and he's never felt something so deliciously wonderful in his life. ]
See, this is why you're my favorite. Don't tell the others.
[That initial reaction alone is enough to make Lance brighten a little, pleased to see Nate happy, but the last comment just earns an actual genuine smile and laugh.]
What, and have people try and challenge me for the position? Who do you think I am?
[He rests his forearms on the counter and leans on them, though only briefly before reaching out to take the drink Nate's abandoned for himself.]
[ Nate says imperiously, allowing the minor but noticed theft of some sub-par tequila. He won't begrudge the man a nip, he's more than earned it based on this gratuitously generous gift.
He takes a sip, swallows, and sighs for dramatic effect. ]
[He makes a brief face at the taste of tequila, but doesn't give up the drink.]
I'll take that title.
[But as for the actual question he's a little more serious, because he's trying to put the response tactfully.]
I'm lucky in that people recognizing me after the Aerie has come with some bonuses.
[Bonuses he knows other people don't have, and in fact are--unfairly--getting the opposite of. So might as well share what good fortune he does, for once, have.
And, to lighten the topic a little with some morbid humor, in their usual style--]
At least this time I got something out of being murdered. Coffee almost makes up for the whole experience.
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[ His "drink" was a little hair of the dog, but largely because real coffee is hard to come by. Methamphetamines seem like they're easier to get a hold of than caffeine. Because of this, Nate completely abandons the alcohol and slides along the edge of the counter before reaching for the travel mug.
Its insulated, but a little heat leaches out into his palm and he's never felt something so deliciously wonderful in his life. ]
See, this is why you're my favorite. Don't tell the others.
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What, and have people try and challenge me for the position? Who do you think I am?
[He rests his forearms on the counter and leans on them, though only briefly before reaching out to take the drink Nate's abandoned for himself.]
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[ Nate says imperiously, allowing the minor but noticed theft of some sub-par tequila. He won't begrudge the man a nip, he's more than earned it based on this gratuitously generous gift.
He takes a sip, swallows, and sighs for dramatic effect. ]
Who'd you kill for this?
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I'll take that title.
[But as for the actual question he's a little more serious, because he's trying to put the response tactfully.]
I'm lucky in that people recognizing me after the Aerie has come with some bonuses.
[Bonuses he knows other people don't have, and in fact are--unfairly--getting the opposite of. So might as well share what good fortune he does, for once, have.
And, to lighten the topic a little with some morbid humor, in their usual style--]
At least this time I got something out of being murdered. Coffee almost makes up for the whole experience.