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WHO: dorian and felix
WHERE: some bar in maurtia falls
WHEN: 9/10, saturday night
WHAT: drinking, chatting, learning about modern life
WARNINGS: none, really. language??

[ Not that Dorian was making it his #goal to visit every bar within walking distance of the Porters in all the Port cities, but. Well, he was certainly making his rounds. It wasn't that he was upset about anything, not really. Or, at least, he wasn't making the conscious effort to acknowledge that anything was upsetting him. But, there have been various things on his mind. And the best way to take care of that? Drinking.

So, he decides to just go out one evening but not in Heropa. He uses the Porter and winds up meandering to Maurtia Falls. The name alone reminds him of Ferelden and even walking the streets he can't help but wonder if Thedas were more like this place, if this is what things would look like. The atmosphere is different here than it is in Heropa, too. And, while he does like it, he prefers the hot sun beating down on him. ( Though, in all honesty, he could do without the sea air. Makes his stomach a little queasy. )

He's at his last stop for the night—going out and visiting these places is a little strange. They're typically louder than he's used to and the music tends to be utterly horrible ( not that Maryden was anything lovely... ), but it's nice for being social. Which is something he employs mere moments after giving his order to the barkeep. There's a familiar face only a handful of seats away and Dorian offers a friendly sort of smile when they catch eyes. ]

Felix, wasn't it?

[ Using that name seems so foreign to him and even now it tugs something deep in his gut. But, he just smiles right through it as he always tends to do. ]

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[ It isn't that Felix is an alcoholic. He's not. He finds dependence on drugs of any sort to be a weakness and he abhors weakness. It's that he doesn't know how to cope with things that bother him. Before, he would have killed some people. Now, with no contacts, no jobs coming in to provide him with that kind of outlet, and plenty to be upset about, he's been forced to find alternative means of avoiding his problems.

As it happens, alcohol turns out to be the cheapest and easiest way to do that.

He's been spending a lot of his time in the bars recently. Sometimes he gets off of work—work, yeah right—and just doesn't go back to his house until the bars close. Because the house is where the silence is, where the thoughts are laying in wait to ambush him, where his phone waits like the worst kind of temptation. There are people in bars. Sights, sounds, distractions. He needs distractions in the worst way.

Tonight, he's sitting upright at the bar by virtue of his elbows planted there providing the support. He's had a lot to drink. The half full glass of bourbon in front of him suggests that he doesn't have any plans of slowing down either.

He's aware that someone new is standing there, but it isn't until the guy says his name that he glances over. He's familiar. That mustache. Where has he seen that mustache before? ]

That's me. [ He's not slurring his speech noticeably, but there's a languid drawl to his voice that says he's not exactly sober. He points two fingers in Dorian's direction. ] Dorian, yeah? You here to play more games?

[ He can understand the need and lure of good distractions. He seeks them himself. Case in point. So he can sympathize, to an extent, with Felix and that glass of bourbon in front of him.

There's the telltale sign of someone who's been drinking in the almost lazy way Felix speaks. It's a tone Dorian is familiar with, one he's employed quite often. In fact, it's one he hopes to gain tonight. It's the mark of someone who can hold their alcohol, too. From this alone, Dorian's rather positive they're going to get on fairly well. Perhaps a poor thing to find common ground on, but this is Dorian caring.

Dorian smiles, slow and leisurely, at Felix and doesn't shift his gaze even as his drink is placed in front of him. That he curls his hand around it easily without looking speaks of a long practiced grace that he shouldn't be proud of, and yet... ]

That would be me. And I can't say I've any games in mind beyond seeing how quickly it takes me to reach the bottom of this– [ he lifts it as he says it ] glass. [ This time he does look to it and sighs softly, speaking mostly to himself. ] What could it hurt to see if the ale is as abysmal here as it is back home...

[ He downs half of the pint in one go. It isn't as abysmal as dwarven ale, at least. ]

This environment doesn't particularly lend well to games, I think.

[ There's nothing wrong with drinking with grace. Felix has never liked sloppy drunks. He's a classy guy. And Dorian, from the looks of him, is a classy guy too. Although the thing he's drinking leaves a little something to be desired.

Is that beer? Is he drinking beer? Felix makes a gesture to the bartender without looking at him, trusting that his message will be received and properly translated: get this guy one of what I'm having. ]

Well? [ Felix lifts his eyebrows, curious. ] That as bad as the shit back home? Because if you're looking to knock them back...

[ He gestures toward the seat beside him. ]

C'mere. We'll do shots.

[ Sloppy drunk is when Dorian reflects too much on things and allows himself to go unchecked. That type of drinking is best left for when he's alone. Not out in public. Or even with someone else. That is unacceptable. So, they're both saved from that embarrassment for tonight.

Probably.

Dorian shifts over to the seat beside Felix, dragging the glass along with him. It's mild enough that it's not offensive, but. It's not the greatest thing he's had. But, what he's learned from going to several bars now is the wine is always absolute shit and the mixed drinks, while sometimes fun and colorful, tend to be a little too sweet for him. And he's not yet in the mood for brandy or whiskey. So. Ale it is. ]

What, exactly, are those?

Seriously? [ Felix doesn't hide his surprise. It's in his voice and his wide eyes. ] You never had shots before? Fuck no. We're fixing that right now.

[ The bartender comes back with the other glass of bourbon. Felix quickly drains his own, pushes that one aside, and tells the bartender they want two Hot Damns. As he leaves to go make the shots, Felix turns back to Dorian. ]

All right, so shots are like little miniature drinks that you drink all at once. They're usually really strong though, so it only takes a few to get you drunk.

[ The bartender returns during the explanation and Felix pushes one of the shot glasses over to Dorian. ]

This is a Hot Damn. Whiskey, rum, vodka, and orange juice. [ He picks his up and holds it out. ] We gotta drink them together.

[ Miniature drinks that get you drunk faster? That seems unfathomable. How could having something smaller provide a quicker boost? He just doesn't know. But, thankfully, this is the kind of research he doesn't mind participating.

...Well, not that he minds research of any kind, but that is neither here nor there.

He looks at the tiny glasses skeptically, as if they are little red-orange liars. Because they do look like liars. He stares at it as Felix explains, nursing the ale as he does so. ( As much as he continues to deny it, he has developed a taste for this. ) But, then he sets it to the side and plucks up the tiny, tiny glass, still staring at it like he doesn't believe anything anymore. ]

All right. [ He sniffs, lifting his tiny glass in a salute. ] Together, then.

[ And then it's down the hatch. It's... interesting? It tastes like one of the cocktails he's had, only miniature. He sets the glass down on the bar and looks at Felix. ]

How does something so small allow you to get drunk faster?

[ Felix downs his shot like it's his job, dropping the glass onto the bar before the liquid gets the whole way down his throat. It's good. It tastes like more. And lucky for him, new guy needs a Tour De Shoots. ]

Because you drink it faster. [ If there's actual science behind it, he doesn't know what it is. Or care, really. ] All that hard liquor in one swallow instead of spaced out over time. [ He shrugs. ] Plus they're small, so you can drink like six of them in a few seconds.

[ Like so. He flags over the bartender and orders two Blow Jobs and two Liquid Cocaines without a hint of shame or hesitation. The great thing about drinking his problems away is that he's gotten acquainted with the local terms. When they arrive, one set creamy and brown with a huge dollop of whipped cream and the other clear and almost blood red, he flicks his fingers toward the former. ]

That's like cream and coffee liquor. And that's... [ He frowns slightly, though the answer doesn't rise up through the warm alcohol haze that's blanketing his brain. ] I don't fucking know but I like how it sounds. Looks pretty badass too.

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[ Knowledgeable in science he is not, and this makes little sense to Dorian. Drinking less in a smaller span of time doesn't seem like it'd work to make someone drunk faster. Dorian doesn't feel any differently yet. Perhaps he's impervious to it after his years of drinking down anything he could get his hands on...

He can't really say what the answer is. Only that he's all too keen on testing things out.

The next two Felix orders for them get a strange look and nothing more. One name, of course, he recognizes. The other he doesn't and he wonders to himself if he'll be able to pick the difference between them just by looking. When the shots arrive: yes, he figures out immediately which is which. He can't help the short laugh of clear amusement that works its way free. He picks up the red one first—the Blow Job sounds like something he'd enjoy ( and isn't that something...! ) and seeing as this is the rogue element, he'll take that first. ]

Well, here we go.

[ Whatever he's expecting, this is not it. It burns on the way down and all Dorian can pick out is cinnamon. He clears his throat a little, coughing gently once or twice, as he sets the glass down on the bartop. Cinnamon liquor isn't something Thedas has really gotten around to doing just yet. It's a spice he likes, but this was stronger than he imagined. Not to mention it's coupled with... something strange. A little odious if he's honest. ]

Maker. I don't think I like that one.

[ He eyes the other one suspiciously, as if that is hiding something horrendous underneath the cream on top. Whatever may be it its nether region, Dorian doesn't know, but he's still willing to give it a go. After, of course, he swipes his finger to whittle down the cream and lifts it to his mouth, sucking it off clean. At least it's sweet and not something hiding in disguise. This one might be safe. This one, too, gets lifted and he downs it in one swallow, licking his lips immediately after.

It's quite good. He taps his finger against the rim of that glass. ]

But this one... This one I quite like. [ He offers a grin, bright, as his insides get a little warmer with drink. ] These are quite fun!

[ In some kind of weird way, it turns out that watching people sample alcoholic beverages for the first time is actually entertaining. Felix could knock them back one right after the other, but he waits, choosing the same shot Dorian does and drinking when he does.

The taste is strong, there's no denying it, though by now he's had enough to mitigate it. He's buzzed. All right, maybe long past buzzed and simply drunk. Either way, the strength of the drink doesn't bother him the way it does Dorian. He just licks his lips, glances down at the glass for a moment, and then sets it aside. Probably he won't order it for the pleasure of it. But maybe if he's out and trying to make an impression.

Picking up the second, he watches Dorian sample the cream, smirking behind the rim of the shot glass. From the word association game, he assumes Dorian's a clever guy. That he's sucking on his finger like that has to be deliberate.

Like before, Felix waits until he's taken the shot, then downs his own as Dorian offers his assessment. He rolls his shoulders in a careless gesture, his grin too sharp to be innocent. ]

Everybody likes a blow job. Here. [ Still grinning, he snags a drink menu and passes it down the bar to Dorian. ] Pick a few out yourself.

[ It might be deliberate it might not. He'd never admit to anything one way or the other. Because he's Dorian and why admit when there are games to play? He laughs, the sound bright and wholly amused at what Felix says. ]

I can't imagine anyone turning down a good blowjob.

[ He takes the menu with a sharp smile, one brow lifted because he knows there's little innuendo on what they're saying. But, he gives his attention to the menu, browsing the names and letting fate guide his hand. He sees two he'd like to try, one based on the name alone, the other is the name and the mix. And truthfully, he's hoping for at least a nice buzz soon. Lifting his hand he flags the bartender down to order, flirting as necessary to get them quick and on the house. Which he does because he's Dorian and has his ways!! He gets which one is which and politely dismisses the bartender, then turns to Felix with a big smile. Apparently, he's all too happy to learn alcohol. ]

Now, [ he picks up the one on the left that's a pinkish-red color, ] this one is liplock. Have you had it before?

[ That may be the case since Felix seems far more well versed in this world's alcohol. At any rate, he downs that one and finds he rather likes it. It's sweet and citrusy.

He picks up the other, looking at it with a strange sort of happiness. ]

This one might become a favorite. [ He pauses for a moment, head tilted to the side. ] After the blowjob, at any rate. Silk panties.

[ And down that one goes too. It's sharper than the previous, but still fruity enough to make play at not having alcohol. He does like it. And that shows in the smile that manifests on his face as that glass gets plunked on the bar next to the other. His insides are warm and twisty and his head a bit fuzzy. Perhaps there is something to these. Dorian drops his hand on Felix's arm, patting once, twice but leaving it there for a moment. ]

This is fun. I quite like these. And you. You're fun, too.

[ At his current stage of intoxication and shitty life circumstances, Felix would not turn down any kind of alcoholic beverage, regardless of how it tasted. More is all that matters, because more just enlarges the comfortable wall between him and his emotions. He's just lucky that shots generally taste good no matter what's in them. One doesn't get a piss-flavored shot the way one can get a pint of unfortunate piss-flavored beer.

The sight of another pair of shots brings a smile to his face. He reaches for the glasses, but he doesn't take a drink of either of them. Instead, he waits for Dorian to explain his choices. And when he does, Felix's smile sharpens into a grin that's far from innocent. ]

Oh yeah.

[ He watches Dorian take the drink, pointedly letting his gaze linger on his mouth to further confuse the issue of whether he's referring to the shot or to the actual act. He down his own then, humming his enjoyment of the taste. The grin hooks higher, a little more wicked, when Dorian announces the name of the next one, before Felix swallows that one too.

Getting drunk in attractive, flirtatious company is so much more entertaining than doing it alone. ]

I am very fun. [ Reaching down, Felix skates his fingertips over the back of Dorian's hand. Just slightly, he leans toward him, lowering his voice to keep it between the two of them. ] And now that I know what you like, I can be even more fun if you're ever in the mood.

[ Fuck subtlety. Leaning back into his own space, he signals the bartender with two fingers. ] Purple Starfucker and Bazooka Joe. [ Stupid names, but they're pretty looking and they taste good. He slants a glance back at Dorian. ] You can pick the next two.

[ Probably he should be keeping count of this because he's going to end up fucking trashed at this rate. But he's not. Because fuck Locus anyway. ]

[ Well, Felix is right about that. Getting drunk in fun, flirtatious company is much better than doing it alone. When the mood calls for it, anyway. If Dorian feels like getting good and shitfaced, he'd rather do it in the comfort of his own quarters, as it were. But, there's nothing to be too depressed about—at least on Dorian's end—so. Yes. He agrees. Sometimes even with a drink, people can't loosen up. That gets tedious.

This, however? Is not tedious at all. Surprising, a little. But also not really. Men have the loosest tongues when they're drunk. Dorian's not expecting something so blatant because for everything that he is, he's not used to the obvious being laid bare. It's nice, certainly. Flattering, always. Strange, all the same. But, it makes something nice and warm settle in the pit of his stomach and he grins all the more sharp. ]

Something I'll be sure to keep in mind.

[ Because he will. Fun people are always necessary!!

When the next shots come, he has to wonder who named these things and why. Perhaps that's all part of the fun, too, but he doesn't really understand it. To each their own, anyway. He takes those down, liking them both and not really noticing much or really caring that they're going straight to his head now. There's a lazy fog curling around his thoughts and he doesn't mind that he can't really catch a long thread.

He orders the next two by just pointing to the menu, uncaring what they're called now. It's still fun!! Except reading isn't as fun anymore when the letters are a swimming a little in front of his face. That's less fun. ]

I don't know what these are— [ he starts, almost slowly and with a lazy, hooked grin ] but I think these might be the last. I do have to find my way home eventually.

[ One shot is taken up, it's clear; he downs it and makes a face. ]

Maker's arse that tastes like varnish! [ Which is to say it tastes awful. He eyes the second before knocking it back. It's much nicer and tastes like strawberries. That he can appreciate. He wets his lips before dropping that glass inside the other. ] What other ideas have you on fun, Felix?

[ By the time he's finished the drinks he ordered, Felix can't say that he really cares what Dorian picks next either. It could be repeats of the same thing they've already had. It could be the cheapest vodka the bar's got. His brain feels more like a big, fluffy marshmallow than anything else. Comfortable, dull, and cushioned against any razor-edged thoughts that might cut him a little too deeply.

Once the new glasses arrive, he downs their contents in quick succession. It's important, in the way of all things oddly deemed important under the influence of heavy intoxication, that he keep pace with Dorian. Because it's polite. Or cool. Or coolly polite.

Fuck if he knows. Why doesn't matter. ]

Eh. [ That intelligent response to the idea of finding one's way home is accompanied by a loose flap of his hand. ] Home's overrated.

[ And gone. Or filled with so many ghosts it would put a haunted house to shame.

Dorian's question distracts him, however. His thoughts scatter like those little darting silver fish he'd seen in a stream on Chorus once: just a flash and they're gone, one topic forgotten in favor of another. ]

That depends, Dorian. [ He leans back on his stool as he says it, smiling crookedly. ] What kind of fun are you looking for? Destructive? Entertaining? Pleasurable? I've got ideas for everything.

[ It's not really a sentiment Dorian shares, but it's one he understands. Home often is overrated, but... Well, he likes his. At least in Thedas. Here he doesn't know how he feels. Just that he doesn't want to get trapped into his old routines. Stumbling back to his house is fine. Passing out piss-ass drunk in the middle of the street isn't.

There's something about Felix that Dorian likes. Maybe it's the alcohol talking. Maybe it's not. He's got a sharpness in his smile that could destroy anything he desired. It reminds Dorian a little of himself. Maybe it's his name that haunts Dorian like a ghost he can't shake and is so desperate to keep close that he's willing to project it on someone else. It doesn't matter, not really. At least, not right now. Later is the time for self-reflection. Now is the time for fun.

Dorian leans his cheek against a lightly curled fist, looking at Felix with the kind of expression that means he's ready to take on the world if it comes down to it. ]

Oh, I've options do I? [ He gestures widely; if he's being offered the world, he'll take it. ] What are your ideas, then? I'll choose from those.

[ As if Felix would allow a drinking partner to pass out in the street and just leave him there. Well, he would, but he likes Dorian. He'd at least get him to a cab first. Might even go with him to see that he gets inside. ]

Well, let's see...

[ Felix taps his fingers against the bar, in lieu of ticking off the options on his fingertips. ]

There's starting a fight. [ He tips his head back toward the crowd behind them. ] This group looks like a bunch of pussies, but it'd be fun to take 'em out.

[ Probably someone would end up dead if they go with that option, but he doesn't have a problem with that. That's just upping the ante. Making the stakes more interesting. ]

There's dancing. [ The cant of his head shifts toward the nearest speaker pumping whatever passes for music in this world into the bar. ] This stuff's a little old for me, but dancing's universal, yeah?

[ He looks over at Dorian then, lifting his eyebrows. ]

Or we get out of here and have sex until we both pass out.

[ Interesting options. He's not one to just go picking fights, though, so that first one is most assuredly out. If he's going to take someone down, he prefer it to hold more of a reason than just because. And, somehow, people who do things like that are trying to get rid of something eating them from the inside. It's not going to help. Just like drinking and promiscuity didn't help Dorian in his youth.

Still, he glances around as Felix ticks off their options, at least pretending to give it some thought as to which one he's going to choose. Dancing is, as it happens, quite universal. Though—his gaze lingers on the bodies moving on the dance floor, mesmerized by it for several beats—this kind of dancing doesn't seem to have reached the universe of Thedas just yet. Some of it looks fun, interesting. But, he can't imagine it catching on anywhere. Or the music for that matter. No matter. He can try it and catch on quick enough.

Probably.

Dorian slides off the barstool as if he's made of liquid and his knees certainly feel that way. Hm. Maybe there really is something to those shots and getting drunk a hell of a lot quicker. He opens his mouth to say something, thinks better of it and instead reaches for that long abandoned beer and chugs nearly the rest of it down. He takes a breath and tips his head out, making the attempt to be a little smooth and loosely circle his fingers around Felix's wrist. On the third attempt, he actually makes proper contact that time and gives a little tug. ]

Why don't we pocket those two for later and you can show me a thing or two out here, yes? We don't dance like this where I come from and I believe I'm keen to learn.

[ The problem with Felix is that he enjoys killing people. It's fun, it's occasionally a test of his skills, and it makes him feel alive. Dorian might be the same, but he doubts it. Not many people share his love of death and violence, even if they partake in it. He isn't surprised when that option isn't chosen and he's not really disappointed either. He's had a lot to drink. He prefers not getting stabbed just because he's sloppy and not as steady on his feet as he ought to be.

Which, he discovers as Dorian tugs him off his stool, he isn't. His knees feel oddly watery and his legs like wet noodles, indicating that he really needs to stop drinking until his liver gets a chance to process some of it.

He looks at the dancers, studying their movements just a tad more closely than necessary. But the world's a little tipsy and all the movement makes it a little harder to focus. Probably he should be sober to teach anyone anything, but eh, he thinks, what the hell. ]

It's easy. Look. You just get a person, get up against them, and move around. [ He gives a rolling sort of shrug. ] It's basically sex with your clothes on. C'mon.

[ He heads over to the place all the other people are dancing, twisting his wrist to catch Dorian's and steer him along. Momentum keeps him up and going in a straight line without stumbling all over. ]

You'll pick it up in no time.

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