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Who: Hypatia, Lou, Rory, and Rufus
When: Saturday, July 8. Night. (Backdated.)
Where: Hypatia's apartment
What: Hypatia, Lou, Rory, and Rufus chill out with some wine (and pet wine) for a fun game of Truth or Shot (that barely anyone plays right).
Warnings: Inebriation, saucy conversation topics.

The night's gone long enough that they're out of the good stuff. Or at least Rory assumes that's the case, because there aren't many other reasons to break into a Kirkland Signature cab sauv once 40's in your rear-view mirror.

"I think it was like... no dares?" Glass balanced in hand, maybe a little precarious, he slides down until he can sit on the floor with his back against the couch — prime dog-attention territory. At least when Cody remembers souls exist who aren't Skittles. "'Cause those involve moving 'n it's too godamn much to move and play a game at the same time. They called it Truth or Shot."

Lou is already lounging luxuriously in the corner, already having lost count of how many glasses he'd had or what was even in his glass now. "Truth truth truth," he chants in agreement, sloshing around the liquid in his glass.

At this point in the night, Hypatia has given up on hosting mostly, and has burrowed into a corner of the couch, her glasses pushed up onto the top of her head even though she kind of needs them to see everything better. They were being annoying.

"Ohhh, doesn't that seem… dangerous?" That's about as much argument as she has in her at this point.

She gets a dismissive wave from Rory. "Nah, that'd be Never Have I Ever. Could kill a guy with that one."

"Ohhhhhh, I always lose at that," Lou informs them nonchalantly, too drunk to really complain as much as he usually does. He takes another deep sip from his glass, just to start this game off on the right foot. "Who's gonna start?"

Hypatia might actually be able to win Never Have I Ever. Maybe. As much as anyone can win a drinking game. But that's beside the point. "Mmmm, Rory? Since he brought it up?" She couches this suggestion in questions because it feels too bold to just demand he start.

Then it's getting thrown right back at her! Rory pushes his glasses up and onto his head to mimic the very same woman who's now significantly blurrier, and turns to look at her significantly more blurry self. "Ever stolen something?"

Somehow, being called out immediately is a surprise. Hypatia blinks at blurry Rory, sipping at her wine as she thinks, missing the whole point of the game. "I accidentally stole some buttons from a Joann's once but then I went back in and paid for them." That is almost stealing, not stealing. Oh well. "Ummmm, Lou! What, um… what's a guilty pleasure of yours?"

Lou blinks as though startled. It takes him a beat to realize he's been asked a question. "I don't feel guilty about any pleasures," he mumbles. This is a lie. It takes him another beat before he remembers he's supposed to be telling the truth.

"Fine. I fucking love ABBA," Lou confesses, then points at Rory, who started all of this, and who's looking back aghast on account of his own monthly Mamma Mia! rewatch schedule. It's hard to think of a question that he doesn't already know the answer to, but he tries, "What's your favourite breakup song?"

Rory (glasses back where they ought to be) turns to his phone in lieu of an immediate answer — he's not ignoring you, scrolling through three of his breakup playlists! And taking a long drink of wine while he does so! Eventually he'll settle on: "George Strait. Give It Away. Which makes sense 'cause I've definitely divorced a lady before."

And after a delighted near-squeal that Cody's finally ready to give him an ounce of attention (which he takes, gladly, via distributing an ear scritch), Rory tips his glass at the night's next victim: Rufus. "Most embarrassing thing you said while fuckin'."

Rufus knows the hangover is going to be a bad one, because the last time he went to the restroom, he caught sight of his reflection and saw that his lips were stained slightly purple, which always directly correlates with how he's going to recover from the drinking session. He gave them a rub, but accepts this is now probably a lost cause, and now they purse in a thin, purplish line as he considers the question.

"Think it was… 'I saw this in a movie once'."

"Which–" Rory squints, for once thinking over the implications of what he's about to ask. "Y'know what? Never mind."

Rufus nods once, as if to say right answer, swirls what's left of his wine around in its glass, then fixes his gaze on Hypatia. "What's the worst white lie you've ever told?"

Hypatia's hand has settled over her mouth at Rory's question to Rufus, not sure if she wants to know the answer because it feels so invasive. But she listens, and then Rufus's attention is turned to her. She sits up very straight as she thinks. "Ummmmm, well I used to tell my ex-husband all the time… that…" Her voice drops to nearly a whisper, "he was good in bed." (Off-screen, Rory coughs mid-drink.) Quick, time to change the subject!

"Um um, Lou, what do you think is the cutest part of a person? Like, the buns, or…?"

Lou, closeted cheeseball, is too drunk to pretend otherwise. "Their brain," he sighs, accidentally dumping wine on himself but not really noticing. "But that hasn't worked out so well. Maybe I should go for the buns instead."

He looks to Rory, notable bun-lover. "Top 5 best buns at the station. Aaaaaand go," Lou demands.

This is so much easier than the song question — he's already got his hand up because he's too blasted to remember his count. "You aside?" (Air kiss to Lou.) "Parson, no shit; that Rizo guy in Ops; Lenz; Dr. Jack but don't tell Annie 'cause I don't wanna know how she'll look at me; aaand..." Aaand he pauses. And he puts his glass to his lips, thus fulfilling the Or Drink part of the game as Rufus suppresses a tiny smile.

Rory points a Cody paw in Lou's direction. "Best date you ever been on."

Lou has to think about this for a moment—it had been a long time since he'd been on a proper date, and it made him more than a little wistful. "Hiked up the Green Mountains, watched the sun set. And then we just like, sat up there and talked? I dunno, it was nice," he said finally, looking a little nostalgic. He changed the subject quickly.

He points at Rufus. "What's the worst date you've ever been on?"

This is an easy one to answer: with a shot. Rufus downs what's left of the red. "Anyone can answer this one," he then says, because they're all drunk enough now that the rules kind of stop making sense. "If you could power-swap with anyone here, who and why."

"Oh, bro. That's too much intro– interspec–" Rory gives up and drinks.

Lou has an easier time answering this one. "Lenz. I could portal back to the farm, or wherever. Less environmental impact," he explains sleepily, but matter-of-factly.

"Brains are cute!" Hypatia protests against Lou, in defense of Lou. Then she settles back into her corner of the couch, taking a long drink of wine as she listens to the bun ranking and the date commentary. She only slightly sits up at the catch-all question. "I'd maybe want something more… fun? Someone here can fly, right? Like, Andi, on the custodial staff? I think? Flying sounds nice."

“Yeah, but what happens when you pick up speed?” This is only partly a serious question from Rufus. “Lotta dead bugs on your face, for starters.”

Reaching for the extra-value-sized bottle of wine on the coffee table, Rory simply remarks: "Free protein," and passes the bottle to the next free pair of hands once he's done a precarious pour.

Lou takes the bottle and happily overfills his glass. "Another question for y'all—who was your first celebrity crush?"

Rory brings out the fingers again. "Dolly 'cause I thought I was straight. But hindsight bein' 20/20, now all those confused jerks to Harrison Ford make sense." He sounds like he has no shame in sharing this. Because he doesn't.

It doesn’t seem to shock Rufus at all, who has now refilled his glass before sinking back down into his corner of the sofa. “James Dean,” he says matter-of-factly. “The hair. The motorbike. The attitude.” Clearly no confused jerks here.

"The jeans." Rory contributes, helpfully, and entirely for his own benefit. "What 'bout you, boo? And then y'all can tell me... something you always wanted to do. Let's make some dreams come true, baby." Pause. "Babies."

"Laura Dern in Jurassic Park. And Jeff Golfblum in Jurassic Park. And Sam Neill in Jurassic Park. Basically all of the adults in Jurassic Park," Lou says cheerily, without having to think very hard about it. "What have I always wanted to do? I dunno. Maybe go to Iceland. Look at a Fjord. What about the rest o' y'all?"

"Stud farm," Rufus replies, then quickly sends both Rory and Lou a Look. "Not like that. Horses."

Rory's giggling into his wine, pauses, looks like he's done — then starts again, this time erupting into laughter that's twice as bad now because he's too busy laughing at the joke he hasn't even made yet. "Open a leather bar, call it The Stud Farm."

"Kevin Bacon in Footloose," Hypatia says a little dreamily, mostly because she's drunk and not because she's still pining over a character in a movie as old as her. And she maybe fell asleep for a minute, there. Her brain seems to be catching up, because she suddenly lets out a breathy, squealy laugh at what Rory says. "Ohmygosh you're bad!" If she has any dreams, she is too distracted to share them. "What are other good names for something like that?"

"Welcome back, cap. We– I–" Rory pauses to steady his wine waaay above his head so Cody can bonk her head and butt into him over and over in her dedication to curling up into the most perfect little sphere she can manage. "I been to one in Provincetown's called Bangers, that's good. Oh, Ramrod's another. Fake, though, maybe... Woodpecker?" He pulls this one out of thin air. (Except that's a lie; he pulls it out of a past brainstorming sesh during a drive back from Bangers.) "Whippersnappers." He's giggling again. "Bottoms Up." That's either a name or a command, judging by the swig that follows.

"Sausage Party," Lou suggests helpfully to the backdrop of Rufus' snort. "Meat Market."

Hypatia squeals out another laugh, covering her face and nearly dumping her wine on herself in the process. "Ok ok actual question. Also for everyone." She needs to redirect this so she doesn't die of embarrassment. "Ummmmm, if you could timetravel and tell teenaged you anything, what would you tell.. you?"

Giving this a half-second's thought (long enough to decide nope, not that… and not that, because then the vibe would be utterly killed), Rufus nods very sagely, pressing his left forefinger to the corner of his mouth. "Don't buy the slutty briefs, because you don't have enoughh ass for them."

It's Lou's turn to snort into his wine. He thinks about his answer for a moment before also deciding not to kill the vibe as much as he could (he's always going to kill the vibe a little bit because that's just who he is as a person). "Don't waste all that time in school, 'cause you'll just wind up in the same place anyway." Rory, resident high school dropout and therefore proof that that's true, reaches up to clink a cheers against Lou's glass.

"That nobody else's got it figured out, neither," he then responds because boys this night isn't for killing the vibe ~~even though the first answer that came to mind was of a similar vein still~~. "Just they're better at hidin' it."

It's unclear if Hypatia can actually breathe with her stifled laughter from Rufus's response, and while Lou and Rory's answers are a little more sobering, they strike her more as nice than sad. She takes a long drink of wine, having pretty much abandoned the game part of this. "I think… I would tell me to do what I want more often. And also to not drink so much wine."

Rory shakes his head (and glass) with a fake solemnity. "I'll only support that first bit, bro."

"Yeah." And look at that: Rufus' glass is empty again. "Life's too short not to drink wine."

Lou nods as though he understands the message all of them are getting at. "Do what you want, as long as what it is is drinking more wine," he says, and drinks.

"But I've had so… many… much… wine." And yet Hypatia hunkers down and takes another sip. This isn't going to burn her tomorrow at all.