I ain't drunk

[sandoval]

Who: An uncharacteristically melancholy Sandoval and you!
What: Sandoval's been lonely without Mistress - and what do lonely people do? That's right, drink! With lots of (probably stolen) alcohol choices!
When: The night of April 17th, and it's a bit after Samkranti, so a perfect excuse to drink is had by all.
Where: The roof, under the stars.
Rating: PG-13 for now.

Sandoval was laying among several bottles of liquor, gazing up at the night sky with a slight frown on his face. He missed her, he'd admit - and it's a shame he couldn't go with Mistress back home, at least for the company it would bring. Here, he felt out of place without her to add some sexual deviancy and fun to the atmosphere.

But what could he do, except wait?

That's why Sandoval had taken to the roof, in the hopes that a romantic starry night would lift his spirits. Drinking alone, it didn't seem to be doing any good; it may have been making it worse. Regardless, he wasn't going to let all this wonderful alcohol go to waste. Sandoval sat back up, wobbling just a little, before pouring himself another drink.

He had at least thought ahead and brought a pile of things to lay on, from blankets to furs, as well as several more glasses. He hoped that someone would be foolish enough to join him on a whim.


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[onlyanapple]

Crowley had been wandering around, doing his usual trick of looking for people to bother to make his life so much more enjoyable. Finding Sandoval on the roof, however, was quite unexpected.

"...So you're moving up here now?"

[sandoval]

Since Sandoval tended to keep to the confines of the innards of the castle, it was very surprising indeed. But he was obviously not quite his usual self: he had a sort of pensive air around him that was highly unlike his usually jovial, give-no-fucks self. Even with how tipsy he was and how fun he was at parties.

"Maybe. I haven't decided yet. But I think it would get really cold in the winter, wouldn't you?" He glanced up at Crowley, before holding out the bottle, about three-fourths empty at this point. "Drink with me. I have lots of alcohol to choose from, but do you know this..." He paused, pulling the bottle back and squinting at it, before holding it out again. "... this stuff is delicious?"

[onlyanapple]

"Yeah, this place is a bugger when the snow moves in."

Crowley pauses a moment, watching him. Yeah, something is definitely up. He sighs, sitting down before him, taking the bottle and having a swig of it.

"It's whiskey. And yes, it is delicious," he'll hand it back.

[ichy]

Icheb, meanwhile, only wants to see the stars. It's strange to be in one place for so long, staring up at the sky rather than out at the void of space all around the ship. Having spent the afternoon researching the best method to look at the stars when one is planetbound, he's now equipped with an old-fashioned, Earth-style telescope on tripod legs.

He is not, however, prepared to find someone already on the roof, sprawled over a lumpy pile of blankets. With some concern, Icheb approaches the person, his telescope under one arm. "Do you require assistance?"

[sandoval]

Sandoval was honestly rather surprised that someone appeared to be up here with him. He started, at first, but as he blinked up at Icheb a few times, what he had asked seemed to sink into Sandoval's head. "No, no, I'm perfectly fine! Just fine. I have many many friends to help me, see?"

The ambassador pointed to the various bottles around him, rather hap-hazardly. He managed during this process to knock one bottle of Sauvignon Blanc over, though thankfully it didn't break. He either didn't seem to notice or didn't seem to care.

After a moment, he looked back up at Icheb, before asking, "Do you?"

[ichy]

"Those are bottles." Inanimate objects don't count as friends, as far as Icheb is aware. And one of them is spilling. Setting his telescope down, he reaches for the bottle of Sauvignon Blanc and rights it before placing it back where it was.

Sandoval's question puzzles him. He frowns. (Of course, Icheb is almost always frowning--it's his default expression--but now it means "confusion," not just "looking at something new.") "Why would I require assistance?"

[sandoval]

"Your point?" Sandoval doesn't seem to mind that they were inanimate. In fact, he lightly past a six-pack of beer cans, as if one were patting a child on the head for doing a good job. He is happy that Icheb moves closer to right a bottle, though. "Ah, thank you, thank you! That was most kind of you." Sandoval is quick to scoop up that bottle, however, and pour himself a nice glass.

Sandoval was quick to look back at Icheb, though, and answer his question. "Well, you are leaning quite a bit. You seemed like you needed support." The ambassador tilts his head a little bit in order to see Icheb "upright" - clearly he has had enough.

[ichy]

"You should stick to synthale." It would help the man avoid such bouts of drunkenness. While the rooftop of a building isn't a well-trafficked area, it's still public.

At Sandoval's comment, Icheb straightens back up. He doesn't want to look like he's inebriated, and he's not always good at identifying teasing. "If you tell me your room number, I'll help you to bed."