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Oh, what was the close one?

It's ... hmm. I'll have to find it. I have a bottle here somewhere ...

[ His half glass is nearly gone already. ]

[ She reaches to refill his glass for him, filling it maybe a third rather than half full. ]

[ He nods at her in thanks. ]

What's her favorite kind of alcohol?

Who, Allison? I think some kind of beer.

... See, I'd have said it was whiskey. You know her better than I do now.

It might very well be, we've just never had the hard ethanol when we go out.

Or you just know her better.

[ He's not getting off this topic. There's something niggling in the back of his brain, dammit, and he's going to get it out. A glance down at the wine in his own glass ... And the faint (but distinct) feeling of him about to step off the edge of a cliff. ]

Are you sleeping with her?

[ To her credit, Cordelia had been bracing for the question, not terribly surprised when it comes after his glass had been drained. Her expression doesn't change as she takes another sip from her own glass. ]

Why do you ask?

Because it's faster than texting her the same question.

[ She snorts again into her glass, this time with an actual laugh. ]

I meant why are you asking.

Because ... because. I want to know.

... Does Da know?

[ She rolls her eyes. ]

I mean where did this question come from?

Nowhere. Just how you've been acting. Her too.

Acting how?

[ God, were they being so obvious that Miles actually noticed? She thought they'd been pretty discreet ... ]

The wine. And - she's been over a lot but not for me.

[ A sudden pause as another image comes to mind. He'd been half asleep from Benadryl at the time, and had thus forgotten until now. ]

... And the meeting. I think.

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She lives here now, she's over all the time. And I already explained the wine.

[ And there's the barest of pauses there—damn, she thought they'd been hidden by the crowd and his attention being elsewhere. ] And what about the meeting?

[ He'd been very distracting, the glimpse a coincidence of timing more than anything - enough that he still isn't sure. ]

Did you kiss her at the meeting?

Kiss her?

[ Maybe this look she gives him will make him doubt himself. ]

[ He does doubt himself. Enough that he frowns at her, then gets out his comm instead. ]

Nevermind, I'll just ask her myself.

[ Damn, why does Miles always have to be such a persistent little shit. ]

Not while you're drunk, thank you. She won't appreciate that.

Too late for that.

[ He clicks send on a message and settles back to wait. ]

Miles.

[ Damn, she wanted to warn Tex first. ]

I'm going to find out, Mother. One way or another.

[ The conversation with Tex is rapid-fire; he can type alarmingly fast when he doesn't care about punctuation or spelling. From the way he's frowning, it seem like he's not getting the information he wants. ]

There's nothing to find out.

[ She leans over to make a grab for his comm. ]