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John had gotten the surprise of his fucking life this morning. In a good way, that was, and while it had taken a few moments for him to wake up enough to realize what, exactly, was coming out of his shower-head, he had figured it out eventually.

A call and a bribe to get a same-day delivery of a few giant bottles of Culligan and a water cooler from the mainland, a trip over the Causeway to the YMCA for a godsdamned shower with water and a shopping trip for the appropriate accouterments...

It was getting on towards dinner time by the time once he was back and had everything he needed. The door to his flat was propped open, text messages reading my fucking taps are running absinthe come fucking help me enjoy it, music on and food available.

Fuck yeah Constantine was indulging. And no, he wasn't lighting his sugar cubes on fire, that shit was for showy amateurs.

[OOC: Open post! If you think you got a text, you did, or feel free to stumble over Constantine's Bad Choices.]

Date: 2017-03-18 10:41 pm (UTC)
uncertain_dume: (Actual Disaster Kanan Jarrus)
From: [personal profile] uncertain_dume
"And this," Kanan shared, "is where you start to lose me. I know you don't have meilooruns or jogan fruit here, but the finer points in the differences between your bananas and ours are lost on me."

A pause.

"Ours taste better."

Not that he was at all biased.

Date: 2017-03-19 01:36 am (UTC)
arboreal_priestess: Yvonne Strahovski as Verity Alice Price (Smile: Mischief)
From: [personal profile] arboreal_priestess
"Yours probably haven't been inbred to hell and back, either," Verity said. Sorry, Kanan, no argument here. "But you're ignoring the most important thing. Is the alcohol similar?"

Date: 2017-03-19 01:41 am (UTC)
uncertain_dume: (Hey Hey)
From: [personal profile] uncertain_dume
"Rum, whiskey, wine, beer," Kanan recited, ticking them off on his fingers. "Stop me if I name anything you aren't familiar with, here. Brandy, ale, cognac, wine..."

So, basically.

"The basic ingredients are probably different," he added, "but for the most part, absinthe is one of the first drinks around here I've never heard of before."

Date: 2017-03-19 01:52 am (UTC)
arboreal_priestess: Yvonne Strahovski as Verity Alice Price (Coffee: Fuck Everything About Today)
From: [personal profile] arboreal_priestess
"That is so weird," Verity said with the solemnity of someone well past sober. "Like, cognac is named after the town in France it was invented in. Do you have a town called Cognac somewhere? Do you have a France?"
Edited Date: 2017-03-19 01:52 am (UTC)

Date: 2017-03-19 02:00 am (UTC)
uncertain_dume: (Beard Stroke)
From: [personal profile] uncertain_dume
"We... do not have a France," Kanan shared. "We have accents that sound French. And British. And, I mean, I'm sure people around here would tell me that I sound American. But," Kanan waved his drink around vaguely. "No France. No America. Well. Maybe there is. It's a whole galaxy of inhabited planets, there's bound to be something..."

He was thinking about this too hard.

"Now next time I go back there I'm going to have to ask around and see if anybody knows about France."

Date: 2017-03-19 07:46 am (UTC)
arboreal_priestess: Yvonne Strahovski as Verity Alice Price (Coffee: Into My Belly)
From: [personal profile] arboreal_priestess
"No France, but you have a cognac," Verity mumbled into her drink, shaking her head. "That's--this place is weird. And I know weird! I'm from weird! But this place is extra weird."

Date: 2017-03-19 05:18 pm (UTC)
uncertain_dume: (Drunkish Dashing)
From: [personal profile] uncertain_dume
"This place is extra weird," Kanan agreed cheerfully. "There's something we can both agree on, right there."

Not that that had stopped him from coming back here after that whole thing on Gorse. But he was going to maintain that he'd come back entirely because he needed to get his dog.

Yeah.

Date: 2017-03-20 06:34 am (UTC)
arboreal_priestess: Yvonne Strahovski as Verity Alice Price (Dagger Glare)
From: [personal profile] arboreal_priestess
Verity hadn't gone away yet, but she had a year-long agreement keeping her here, in case she needed a handy 'how the hell do I justify my life choices' excuse when she did.

"When a cryptozoologist and a spaceman agree a place is weird, then there's just no hope for it," she declared, getting herself another tall glass of absinthe.

Because that was exactly what she needed, yes.

Date: 2017-03-20 11:46 am (UTC)
uncertain_dume: (Actual Disaster Kanan Jarrus)
From: [personal profile] uncertain_dume
Kanan contemplated pointing out that he wasn't technically a spaceman. He was a man who happened to own a spaceship who occasionally spent a lot of time in space, but that was, like, commuting. Except for when it was his job. Which it often was...

By the time he'd circled around that far, he'd forgotten what it is he was going to protest, so he just shrugged, raised his glass, and said, "I'll drink to that."

To whatever it was. Good job, Kanan.
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