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Who: Rose

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What: Movie-friend-date!
When: Saturday night
Where: John's room
Rating: PG-13 (drankin')

Really, a movie-friend-date was long overdue. Between the perils and grievances of living in a cursed castle, Rose and John hadn't really seen much of each other since the outing during which he was attacked by a bird. So a night of movies (some of which will most likely be of dubious quality) seems like the perfect way to relax.

And so Rose arrives at the door of his room around 8:00 PM, clad in comfy silk pajamas, with a totally inconspicuous knitting bag over her shoulder. She gives three sharp knocks.

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It was hard when things kept happening and people were busy trying not to die by horrible nightmare or demon cats to make time to hang out with friends from home. Which was dumb, Rose was John's best friend and he loved the time they spent together. Even when it was just listening to drunken laments on a rooftop while he played with her cats.

A movie night sounded a lot better than that though, and he'd prepared for the event. He had his stack of Paradisa brand movies set up by his tv, a metric ton of junk food (including some treats for Rock to placate him, and some veggies for Liv so she wasn't left out), and he's even managed to get his hands on some beanbag chairs for the event. Somehow a movie night with beanbag chairs seemed like the ultimate in movie nights.

He's darting around his room, making sure everything is in order when he hears the knock on the door, and charges down his own door, tossing it open with more force than is strictly necessary. "Hi, Rose!"

Rose greets him with a nice, warm smile. "Hi, John." She takes a step into his room, observing the bean bag chairs and the junk food and the pile of movies. Yes, good. She's missed this. Everything lately has been too serious, and the last time she attempted to hang out with him wound up in, as he has already so delicately narrated, "drunken laments".

Well, at least she isn't planning on any laments this time.

"What movies have you picked out for us on this fine evening?" She sets the knitting sack down on the floor, eliciting a few glass clinks from inside, and sinks down delicately onto one bean bag chair.

John's pretty quick to close the door behind Rose too. He's not against the idea of a larger movie night where more friends come in to hang out, but this day was supposed to be something with him and Rose specifically and he wasn't really looking for any interruptions. Not that he really thought someone was going to walk into his room if he left the door open, but you never could be too careful in a castle like this.

He wanders over to his pile of movies, shifting through them so she can have a look. He's organized things by genre, figuring that gives her some level of control while John still gets to pick from a pool of movies he enjoys. He looks over them before tossing a few her way, though without bothering with the Tiny Demons movie, figuring Rose would be happier if he just left that one out completely.

"A few different ones, but I figured we aren't actually going to watch all of them, unless you really wanted to."

As she begins to look through the pile, Rose quickly catches onto John's method here. She's picking from a gallery of his favorites. Not that she minds, however. Anything John likes is at least guaranteed to be fun, if not entirely quality.

After a few moments' contemplation, she picks up Spiritblasters, the Paradisa equivalent of an old standby. For some reason, this movie reminds of her of a dear, departed friend. She passes the DVD case to John.

"This is certainly an impressive array of snacks." She reaches over to examine a package of cookies, and then reaches for her own bag - which clearly does not contain knitting materials of any sort. Instead, it contains a couple of suspicious glass flasks and a bottle of Sprite.

There was almost no way that Rose wasn't going to be faced with this collection of movies when she decided to have a movie night with John "terrible tastes" Egbert. It's been a long time since he's watched any of these films as well, and he figured that now was as good a time as any to get back on the old horse and give them a rewatch.

He reaches excitedly for the case that Rose picked up and grins at the choice she made. Ghosts and the brave and intelligent (if not sometimes dysfunctional) guys who fight them are always a good way to spend the evening. He's even about to ramble onto her about the movie for a bit, until Rose's suddenly display of beverages manages to distract him.

"Thanks. I tried to make sure I got a lot for tonight. ... What's that?"

It didn't take long for Rose to figure out the whole process of Jolly Rancher vodka-infusion. A couple of archived internet tutorials later, and she had two flasks of brightly-colored, delicious booze, which she's now pulling out of her knitting bad as calmly as if it was juice.

"Vodka." She arranges it next to the cookies - a bit of a mismatched display. "You don't have to drink it, of course. I merely brought it as a suggestion."

John himself has never really done much mixing and matching when it comes to booze, internet tutorials or not. Then again John's never really had alcohol anyway, so it's not like he spends a lot of time mixing alcoholic beverages in his spare time.

He looks kind of uncertain about the entire thing, but reaches down to pick up one of the flasks and swish it around. "I don't know. What does it taste like?"

"Like watermelon." Well, plus the alcohol part. And of course, watermelon candy resembles fruit in no way whatsoever. But her answer is sufficient enough, and she settles in with her back up against his bed frame.

Looking at his uncertain expression, Rose tips towards and smirks at him. "I'm afraid that life on a meteor is terribly dull, even amongst aliens. I had to come up with a new hobby to pass by the time."

Somehow John had some doubts it tasted like real watermelon anyway. He isn't even sure it tastes like watermelon candy, but he's never actually tried vodka before, mixed or otherwise.

He puts the flask down for the time being, and moves towards the tv to try and set up the movie for now. He doesn't know what to do with Rose's brand of drink. He does stop what he's doing to glance back at her though. "You became an alien bartender on the meteor?"

"Not likely." She smirks darkly. "Would you find it a good plan to give alcohol to trolls?"

There's something apologetic behind her expression, though, as if what he said did strike someplace a little deeper. She would like to think that she's changed for the better since beginning her time on the meteor, but suddenly she feels a bit uncomfortable, wondering what John thinks, and if she should have kept her mouth shut about the whole drinking thing.

John's too busy popping in the movie to actually notice the smirk or the apologetic expression. It's a shame, because then maybe he'd realize what a big deal this whole thing is to her. As it is he just assumes she's joking around here and rolls with it. Well, he doesn't assume that she's joking about drinking in the first place, but with the whole giving troll alcohol thing.

"Oh man... I remember seeing a bunch of them on drugs once. I don't even wanna imagine what Karkat would be like if he was drunk!"

"I'm disappointed that I managed to miss that spectacle." Rose shakes the darker look off of her face, and seems genuinely amused by his comment. "How many participants were there?"

She fiddles with one of the flasks and watches as John gets the movie set up.

"No you're not! It was really embarrassing. I was embarrassed for them. I can't remember exactly, but I know Vriska, Nepeta and Kakrat were there. I basically tried to forget about it, since I figured they'd probably want me to anyway."

He figures he won't mention that one time with him and Dave that involved drugs when Dave was infected by an alien brain slug. That wasn't really a good memory for anyone involved, and you couldn't even really make a funny joke out of it like you could all the trolls getting high off weird troll drugs.

Speaking of... "I am pretty sure it was some kind of weird alien drug too. Do you think trolls would even be affected by alcohol in the first place?"

Rose laughs out loud at that thought. It isn't particularly easy to imagine most of the trolls on drugs, except of course Gamzee, but somehow those three are even more unlikely. Especially Karkat, which is what prompted her to start laughing to begin with. "Well, I will try my best not to bring it up in front of any of them."

She does have to think for a moment about his question, though. "I'm not positive. I suppose it has to do with the workings of their nervous systems, which I haven't had the opportunity to study too thoroughly." Or at all, really. She got bored of looking at her new housemates (labmates? meteormates?) as specimins after just a few months.

Most of John's interactions had been with Vriska and Nepeta thankfully. He doesn't really want to think about Karkat on drugs more than he has to considering how ill tempered the guy is normally he has to imagine he's even worse when high out of his mind. Plus it kind of works in his favor, since Karkat went home but Nepeta and Vriska are the ones that are still in the castle.

"Yeah. That is probably for the best."

He finishes fiddling with the dvd player and goes to flop back onto his bed next to Rose, grabbing the remote on his way so he can go ahead and flip through the title menu from here without having to get up again in a few seconds once trailers stop playing. "Do you think if we gave them any of your watermelon vodka stuff they'd try it and we could find out?"

"I suppose it would depend on which troll we asked." She scoots over to give him a couple more inches of room, and rolls over onto her stomach, resting her chin on her hands. "Some might be warier than others of accepting strangely-colored beverages from you and I."

Especially John. Rose knows for a fact that she would be doubtful about drinking anything pink given to her in a flask by John Egbert.

No one can really blame a person for being wary about taking anything from John. While his pranks don't tend to be particularly malicious or dangerous, there's a good chance he would do something like spike a drink with hot sauce or something equally childish. The fact that it was pink probably wouldn't help his case either.

He scoots into a more comfortable position and shrugs his shoulders at the idea. "We could always be upfront with them. I bet one of the trolls would try it anyway if we told them what it's supposed to do. I mean, they took the troll drugs and had to know how that was going to make them act weird."

Rose stretches out her legs out and up, tapping her toes against John absentmindedly. "I suppose it would be similar to offering some sort of unfamiliar drug to a human. There will always be the risky, adventurous few."

She puts a dramatic inflection on the words "dramatic" and "adventurous", and smiles over at him, then gives the flask a little inquisitive swish in his direction.

"Speaking of adventure...?"

John admits he probably wouldn't take some weird troll drug they offered him. Then again, he doesn't think he'd even take weird troll food if offered. Mostly what he's heard about troll society doesn't sound all that appealing, and he doesn't trust anything from it wouldn't kill him horribly. Though now that he thinks about it, alcohol could really hurt a troll so maybe it's not a great idea to offer it to them.

And speaking of offering!!

John gives the flask an uncertain look before reaching over to take it out of Rose's hands. "If it tastes gross I'm blaming your bad barman skills!"

He holds it up to his nose to sniff, hesitates for a moment, and finally tosses some back before pulling it away from his face quickly and coughing a little. "Oh man..."

Rose tries not to laugh, but fails. Rolling over onto her side, she looks up at John with one of the more amused smiles that has ever been spotted on the face of Rose Lalonde.

"I brought some Sprite as a mixer. Try that, it's a bit milder." She twists herself around to reach the knitting bag, out of which she pulls a small bottle of Sprite and a couple of glasses.

While she laughs, John continues to make faces scrapping his tongue against his teeth like that can get rid of the taste, or take care of that burning sensation at all. It's a pretty futile effort all in all, but it doesn't stop him from trying.

When Rose pulls out the bottle of Sprite he holds on his hand waiting for her to pour him a cup. He doesn't even want it as a mixer, just to drink is straight.

Recognizing his discomfort, Rose pours him a cup of Sprite right away, and watches him with a mix between sympathy and entertainment. She had had no intentions of him drinking that straight, and laments not being able to get a word in edgewise before he went straight for the kill, so to speak.

"What unmatched courage!" She puts on her usual air of drama. "John Egbert, ladies and gentlemen, going straight for the pure gulp!"

He is gulping down the Sprite first chance he gets, ignoring Rose's snarky commentary about his drinking her demon vodka mix. It wasn't like he had any idea what to expect from this burning hell! Okay, that's an exaggeration, but still he definitely had not expected what he got and thinks he deserves a little sympathy for his suffering.

"That was awful!! Why are you drinking that stuff?"

Her expression sobers up. Not entirely - she is, after all, still a master of the genetic poker face. But it's enough to reflect the discomfort she feels at his words.

"That's a loaded question."

But he's not getting her sympathy. That was entirely too amusing, and now that he's done sputtering she takes the flask and the Sprite bottle, and does things the right way.

"Try this, it's a lot better."

John misses it, or chooses to ignore it. It's not like he can really give her a hard time about drinking when he's sitting here trying her weird, gross tasting concoctions. And if the thought that she might be drinking to get drunk for whatever reason she might have occurs to him then he sure doesn't voice it either.

Instead he stops acting like he just downed a bottle of poison and holds out a hand for her new brew here. He does look extremely skeptical, however, and no one should blame him considering how the first drink went.

"If it isn't then I am definitely getting you back for this somehow!"

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