If I stab you in the chest, you'll bleed out. If you stab me in the chest, it will hurt, I'll start to bleed, but the moment you move the knife away, my wounds will start to heal and sooner or later, I'll be right as rain.
And considering that we both exist on a small boat with forty people on it, we probably have multiple friends in common. Case in point, I get your warden drunk on a fairly regular basis.
[ There's a pause as Dorian seriously considers just telling Misty to 'fuck off'...but Pagan's a friend. And if he told Misty that Dorian was someone to bother then it must have been for a reason, right? Even if that reason is 'oh my god, my inmate continues to be up my butt, please let her be up your butt for a bit.'
(Note to self, tell Trixie how much you appreciate her and help out at breakfast again.) ]
You know what? Why not. Let's 'hang out' and 'have those drinks.' My place, I assume? After all, I doubt you have much alcohol at yours, what with being an inmate and all.
[ Dorian is not planning on actually telling Misty anything and is certainly not planning on talking about his feelings, as he's still in a bit of a funk due to the whole Elias thing. Dorian is planning on getting Misty so drunk she can't walk straight. ]
Door's open! [ Dorian calls out. His door opens up to a small hallway. There's a locked attic hatch in the ceiling, a bathroom directly across from the door, a closed door to the right of Misty, and an open door to the left, leading into a kitchen and dining area. That's where Dorian is. ]
[If the door doesn't open, she'll move on, and if it does, she'll poke her head in briefly and then move on; her main interest here is really only in seeing how big the cabin is. Either way, she'll pop into the kitchen momentarily.]
[ The door indeed doesn't open. Sorry Misty, he's locked it! The bathroom, however, is unlocked! It's very plush with a claw-foot bathtub and a shitton of bath products sitting on the floor next to the tub. ]
Oh, I'm planning on getting shitfaced. After all, it's what Pagan and I would do. Surely you'll join me?
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Right, someone obviously hasn't gotten the 'surprise, I'm immortal' talk yet.
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Whatever, that's not the point! We have a friend in common. Or a "friend", in your case, haha. We should hang out, get drinks...
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And considering that we both exist on a small boat with forty people on it, we probably have multiple friends in common. Case in point, I get your warden drunk on a fairly regular basis.
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(Note to self, tell Trixie how much you appreciate her and help out at breakfast again.) ]
You know what? Why not. Let's 'hang out' and 'have those drinks.' My place, I assume? After all, I doubt you have much alcohol at yours, what with being an inmate and all.
[ Dorian is not planning on actually telling Misty anything and is certainly not planning on talking about his feelings, as he's still in a bit of a funk due to the whole Elias thing. Dorian is planning on getting Misty so drunk she can't walk straight. ]
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[She's on her way even as she speaks, knocking on the door just a minute or two later.]
Knock knock!
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Get in here—I've already made us martinis.
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[She comments, hearing him call from the kitchen but electing instead to wander off to the right, testing the handle of that closed door.]
Do you make your martinis dry or sweet?
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[If the door doesn't open, she'll move on, and if it does, she'll poke her head in briefly and then move on; her main interest here is really only in seeing how big the cabin is. Either way, she'll pop into the kitchen momentarily.]
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Oh, I'm planning on getting shitfaced. After all, it's what Pagan and I would do. Surely you'll join me?
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[When. Not if.]
-- you're going to need a sober person in the room, right?
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Well-- I can do that; I've done it before.
[Which she sounds excessively proud to admit to, despite the fact that it's a fairly basic life experience and she's forty goddamn years old.]
But I'm surprised to hear wardens encouraging this behavior in inmates! Shouldn't you be worried about me picking up bad habits?
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[ And Dorian raises his glass as he takes a large drink of his martini. Somebody did not skimp on the alcohol. ]
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[She takes an experimental sip of hers, muttering to herself under her breath:]
Wow, this is strong.
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[ Said attic that was definitely locked ]
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You're messing with me.
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Pick your poison next. Because no, I'm not messing with you.
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Um, what else do you have?
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As for alcohol, there's gin, vodka, whiskey, and a wide variety of mixers. No schnapps, though. I've got taste.
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I am so sorry
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