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[bornstrong]

[Lucky for him, she laughs a little.]

No. That would be dreadful and boring.

Let's go.

[overbarreled]

[His arm is offered instinctively as they set off. It's a bit old-fashioned, true, but it's how he was raised.]

How is being ready all day boring?

[bornstrong]

[She takes it, gladly.]

It's the waiting. Maybe I should learn to be more patient.

[She smiles softly.]

But now I don't have to wait.

[overbarreled]

We'll practice being patient some other time.

[His arm squeezes hers lightly.]

Still sure you don't want to pretend to be someone else for the night?

[bornstrong]

Do you want me to pretend?

Because I could.

[overbarreled]

[That gets a brief bobble of his head from side to side.]

Only if you'd have fun. Tonight should be-- just fun things.

[bornstrong]

Then let me be me. I can have plenty of fun being myself.

[She grins at him.]

I promise.

[overbarreled]

Aye aye, then. But. [He's allowed to tease, hopefully.] If you change your mind, I have got some fake mustaches for both of us.

[Which, in all honesty, would also be useful for simply being sloshed together.]

[bornstrong]

[She laughs a little. Iphigenia finds it easy to be herself around him, thankfully.]

Oh, do you think that would flatter me?

[Now it's her turn to tease.]

[overbarreled]

[That drags his feet a little slower. A show has to be made of contemplating her.]

...I mean, probably. Dunno if there's anything that wouldn't.

[bornstrong]

[That gets an amused glance from her, along with a quirked eyebrow.]

Oh?

You're very kind.

[overbarreled]

Part of officer training, obviously.

[As is shifting one's arm to tug people along snugly into the nearest bar.]

Navigating by the stars and being complimentary.

[bornstrong]

Hm.

[She is tugged! A smile remains on her face.]

By the stars? Is that how you found this place?

[overbarreled]

It's how I find every place.

[If he smiles, does it undermine his serious tone? Probably. Oh well.]

[bornstrong]

Well, you're certainly remarkable.

Come on, let's have a drink.

[ooc: I wanted to let you know that I'm going to a writers' retreat this weekend, so I won't be tagging (not bringing my laptop!). I should be back mid-afternoon Sunday. :) ]

[overbarreled]

Are we starting with beer or liquor? [Either way, of course, he'll be elbowing them toward proper seats at the bar.]


[ooc; have a blast and travel safe!]

[bornstrong]

[She follows him, albeit more ladylike in her approach.]

Liquor I think should do the trick.

[overbarreled]

[Well, if they're meant to be ladylike, he'll start with a ladylike drink.]

B-52s, then?

[Because that's what he's ordering, so.]

[bornstrong]

That's fine by me.

[She moves to lean against the bar a little. She's pretty certain she'll be needing to watch her balance soon enough.]

This is such a relief. Being out and about with someone fun, I mean.

[overbarreled]

Glad to qualify. [Slightly sad though it is that going to a little dive with a friend is a relief rather than an expectancy.] Should we toast it?

[bornstrong]

We should, yes. [She grins, pleased with how the evening is going so far.]

To...us? To having fun?

[overbarreled]

[That gets a nod as the shots arrive, Henry pushing one carefully over to Iphigenia before taking up his own.]

To us and having fun.

[bornstrong]

Yes! [She takes the shot, downing it quickly.]

yells I swear I replied to this

[overbarreled]

[Well, that's one knocked back. Another is ordered in rapid enough succession, with just enough time for a sharp exhale as the first one hits properly.]

To-- shifting responsibility until tomorrow?

haha it's cool! all good :)

[bornstrong]

[She feels it too, and lets out a small giggle.]

Yes! Of course!

[aaaaannnnd shot taken!]