drinks up.

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WHO: emma & elena. the e team.
WHERE: an irish pub in heropa!
WHEN: sometime in January. getting super specif in hurr.
WHAT: two hot blonde ladies drinking. you aren't invited.
WARNINGS: probably not???



( Emma isn't necessarily a big drinker. she was the sort of girl that liked a glass of wine at dinner on occasion, or a beer at a game in the rare occasions she got to go to one. she turned to ice cream in times of stress, not a bottle. she's grown a strong fondness for rum, these days, and that's entirely to the blame of someone she hasn't seen in months.

still, since her arrival in Heropa, she's let that slide a little. if a night out for a drink or six gets her mind off of anything else? then yeah, sign her up. and Elena is good company. they get along, they've got similar tastes, and it's nice to have a partner for her drinking. makes it seem a little less pathetic.

today they're trying an irish pub, and Emma sidles up to the bar and looks skeptically at the tap list as she waits for a bartender. ) It seems wrong to order rum at an Irish pub. What do you think is good here?

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[Even after a couple of months in alternate dimensionville, Elena's still finding her feet—probably from the weirdness of special powers and superheroes mashed up against what otherwise seems like a pretty normal world. What a story this would make.

Friends help. So do evenings out with a fellow lady who can handle her drinks and is fun in general.]

Don't you dare insult it that way. Rum is never wrong. But if you want to be culturally accurate, it's gotta be Guinness. [She leans forward, squinting at the available beers. Pretty good selection.] Not for me, though. There was this time in college, on St. Patrick's Day...let's just say there was an incident and leave it at that.

[No more Guinness, ever.]

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Rum is never wrong, huh? ( Hook would probably kiss her for saying that. or, hopefully he wouldn't, but he'd appreciate her fervor. it makes her a little wistful for the dumb pirate she hasn't seen in months, but she breathes out at lets it go. lingering on what she can't have right now is exactly what she'd here to forget.

it's easy to forget with the mention of Guinness going rogue. she laughs. ) Please don't tell me it was green. ( she can definitely relate to bad alcohol choices when she was younger and less wise. ) I've got nothing against Guinness, but I will never touch peppermint schnapps again.

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[Never, ever. Of course, she can say this with the benefit of never having had any rum-related misadventures. But the night is young.]

Please, I respect myself too much to drink crappy beer that's half food coloring. But when I was a junior, my group of friends and I decided we were soooo above all that. Turns out that drinking a ridiculous amount of Guinness has the same effect as drinking a ridiculous amount of the crappy beer.

So, what's the peppermint schnapps story?

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I wish I had been so wise at 17.

( she's had green beer. god forgive her. it wasn't horrible, but it did make her teeth pretty green, so was it worth it? probably not. it'd been a fun night, though, with Neal using an accent the entire time as some kind of ploy to get her to kiss him, as if she didn't do enough of that already. as always, Emma was proving to be pretty terrible at not thinking about what she wanted to forget. luckily, a bartender was heading their way, and alcohol might help with that.

(or it'd make it worse. 100 times worse.)

as for the schnapps, it's a quick but unfortunate story. ) It was the first thing I ever got drunk on. The bottle was cheap, and it was minty enough that it didn't even seem that bad, until I was puking Listerine.

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[Elena winces. Oh, can she relate, and oh, can she sympathize. 'Better out than in' does not apply to hungover vomiting.]

The first drunk barf is the worst drunk barf. I wish I could say it was the first and last for me, but I got the whole stereotypical college experience before I wised up.

[She places her order and opens a tab when the bartender arrives—hopefully this evening won't be Listerine-puking-level extreme, but she plans to have some fun, and one pint isn't going to do it.]

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Happens to the best of us. Though, not so much now that I've past 21. A headache here and there, but those are survivable.

( Emma thinks a part of it is growing up and not having the freedom to let a hangover ruin an entire day. her life goes on, whether she's sick from drinking or not. to be honest, the appeal drained away as she got older, too. now she dives into a carton of ice cream when life gets rough. probably better on her liver that way, though less so on her waistline. )

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Even if they leave us wishing we were dead.

[The bar isn't so full that it takes more than a minute to get their drinks, and Elena's sipping hers when she notices something out of the corner of her eye and nudges Emma.]

That guy over there is staring at you.

[It's cute. He's cute, actually, but what she thinks is cute is the way he hasn't mastered the art of subtlety when getting heart eyes at a pretty girl.]