nysalogs | never going back, never check the past

[ the cantina had been a relatively curious place. it was an odd combination of an atmosphere he was (relatively) used to in a setting that couldn't be any more removed from his own origins. but, perhaps precisely because it was odd that it attracted him somehow. it's why he strays there for a little longer than he intends. while initially they were probably on their way to explore a little further— maybe even towards the caverns...

vane finds his feet stop at the nearby crowd. they seemed busy in some sort of activity by the bar? drink making? there seemed to be all sorts of interesting ingredients set up there. bubbles that seemed to hold they structure even within the alcohol (or what he presumes to be that), and drinks of all colors and physical states. ] Woah? [ he stops by and takes a glass that's given to him. there seems to be a lot to taste test...

on top of that vane is kind of curious to make his own? the only question is: ] What do you think? Wanna give it a go? [ actually, he doesn't know if he can imagine rohan drinking in a place like this, but maybe that's kind of why he wanted to see it! besides, rohan could def. be a little tightly wound at times so it could be good for him-ish?

or so vane thinks, but knows a little better now than to voice it out loud. ]

[ He's not someone who often goes to the bar, but he did drink on occasion back in his home world, keeping a bottle of good liquor at home for when he felt like winding down. Between alcohol and other beverages, Rohan preferred a good cup of coffee, but that didn't mean he hated to drink. He just didn't like going into an establishment where he knows he'll run into rowdy, annoying drunkards. ]

I didn't know you could hold your liquor. [ He can see Vane being a lightweight easily. Or so Rohan thinks, when his tolerance probably isn't that great either. If this were a regular, noisy tavern he might ask that they do this at home, but the lab-like set up does pique his interest. ] Fine. I don't see why not. Might be fun.

[ At the corner, some people are playing truth or dare too. Hopefully, those people will just leave them alone (aka, they probably won't). ]

Me? I'm alright... [ at least by his considerations he's never been the type to go too overboard. at least, in theory. it helped when everyone helped to ground each other, too. that is, when they're not to swept up in the competitive spirit of it all. here? people likely are by the looks of it, but it's still kind of nice to see.

which bring him to his next observation— ] I've never seen you drink before...? [ but well, since he agreed to it, he must not mind? he also called it potentially "fun." that was a green light, right? side-stepping some of the people getting hyped in their game, he hands rohan a glass. ]

What flavor is this? [ says vane, picking up something a bright pink. at that, the men chide in with you better be willing to drink it all down. though we warn you, it's strong. wouldn't blame you for chickening out. vane seems to turn to rohan? ] Sounds like a challenge, huh?

[ aka, this is how they get roped into bs i guess. ]

[ That would be because he doesn't drink very often, since social events are usually where people have their drinks at and he's really not sociable. The bright, almost neon-like pink of the drink might be daunting to some, but it looks sort of appetizing to Rohan. It wouldn't be a bad time at all, sharing a drink with a friend. This must be why so many people do this ...

He bristles immediately when those strangers chime in completely uninvited. He's pretty sure nobody was talking to THESE RANDOS. ] Were you paying attention? I've already agreed to try it, and I wouldn't agree to do something without going all the way.

[ Though he sounds annoyed at that man's taunting, he actually does feel more motivated to drink now that he's been challenged to do it. Rohan steals the glass from Vane's hand and starts downing it. ]

[ answering someone's taunt is definitely not the way to absolve involvement in their games. but, well... vane had always bee relatively easygoing, and so he finds himself easily adopting to the flow of things. sort of. it doesn't mean he isn't concerned for rohan. especially since he was a pretty thin guy?? he can't envision him being a very heavy drinker?? ] A-are you sure about tanking that whole thin—

[ it's too late. it's in moments like these that vane could easily say that rohan was really a man of action. ... and of course, a man who had a enormous sense of pride. he scratches the back of his head awkwardly as he tilts his head toward rohan. ] How are you feeling?

[ ... and maybe to what he's been most curious about— ] What about the taste?

[ Even when he does drink it's not often that he goes this quickly, usually sipping his alcohol at a leisurely pace. Then again, it's not often he drinks in a public place full of rowdy, tipsy people. With his spiteful nature it's only natural that this would be the outcome, the moment that stranger had taunted him.

The glass gets slammed onto the table top, and Rohan wipes his mouth with the back of a hand. ] I feel fine. Could you stop worrying?

[ Though his sharp tone seems to imply annoyance over any desire to reassure Vane. ]

It's sweet, like pink grapefruit, much like the colour had implied. [ He licks the last of it off his lips. ] There's also a strong, heavy bitterness. Overall, not very different from your average cocktail. A little disappointing, I would sa --

[ Here's when he starts to feel that generalized heaviness take over, and he wobbles a little, bumping into Vane. ] Hmm.

[ That's quick? Maybe it's not like a regular cocktail at all. ]

[ even if rohan says that, it doesn't exactly minimize any amount of worrying vane is doing. hence, he probably wears an expression that's a cross between some level of defeat and ... mild judgment. not exactly in the punitive way, either. more like "i'm definitely still worrying." something contrary to his features.

still, he knows better than to press it. besides, it'd be pretty hard at this point, especially as the immediate crowd around them seems to break out into cheer as rohan downs it like a shot. the fact that this is probably some feat probably spells trouble. this seems amplified by:

huh? wasn't it in a tall glass? that's a lot to have offered a newbie...

hm...

then he feels rohan bump into him mid-explanation. ] ... Ro? [ he doesn't want to say he told him so, but?? honestly, as usual he can't tell how much of rohan is just impressed at the little details and how much of rohan actually just enjoys it. either way, he reaches a hand to steady him. ]

You can lean against me if you need it. [ if he's not... too prideful for that, that is. not that vane is releasing his hold on him, either way. ... and the crowd around them only seem to be offering up the next drink. though vane is really debating declining it for rohan's sake. how far will this go... how drunk with rohan be... ]

The ... effect took some time to set in. You don't have to keep fretting over me. [ But Rohan doesn't like to show weakness, so he does try to push off of Vane, leaning against the counter instead. With how wobbly his legs feel, he has to clutch onto Vane's arm for just that bit of support. It doesn't look too bad, so his pride will allow him this at least. For how tipsy he's getting, it doesn't actually show on his face, that dignified aura he tries to give off still present. ]

Hmph. This crowd is annoying to be around, but I am interested in sampling the other flavours. [ So he'll accept that stray drink the bartender pushes his way, even if he just insulted everyone else in the bar urging him to drink. ]

Are you just going to stare at me, Vane? [ Why's he drinking alone!!! ]

[ it’s relatively easy to lose sight of things in the cantina. there’s such an array of colors and characters; the chatter and conversation never really ending. it’s a constant, much like the challenges that people pose to one another. akin to any setting with drinking and general merriment, there are those there who are always willing to give people that extra push. in this case it comes in form of the patrons who seem all too willing to rope in unexpected victims.

you there with the blonde hair. instinctively, vane turns his head, and honestly that’s all it takes.

hook, line, and sinker. they usher him closer, even linking an arm over his shoulder as they comb through the crowd for another victim to go with. in this case, they don't have to look far because vane seems to catch sight of someone he knows quite well in the crowd. that's you, bud. ] Cain!

[ honestly, he doesn't know what these people want to do exactly or what they're so hype for, but they seemed to be having a good time, and well who wouldn't invite their friends to do the same? sorry (except not exactly sorry) for dragging you into this. :missile: ]

[ Cain looks up at the call of his name in a familiar voice — and immediately sees the problem. Vane's gotten himself pulled into one of the ridiculous drinking contents, and knowing him, he's not going to be able to extricate himself. And... considering that he's facing down two men at the table, Cain's just been summarily volunteered as his partner.

Sometimes it's a trial, being on the receiving end of this sort of thing instead of being the one volunteering others... Cain hadn't exactly planned on getting smashed this evening, but from the look of the multitude of drinks being lined up on the table in front of Vane, that's exactly what's about to happen. Ah well. He can't exactly abandon Vane — a friend in need — to his fate alone.

Maybe. He strolls over, giving the set up a long look, turning an innocent expression on Missile incarnate himself. ]

Ah, Vane... What is it you're up to on this fine evening? Looking for someone to keep score for you?

[ as it stands, vane doesn't think much about situation itself. or rather, doesn't see the real harm in it. it's honestly been a while since he's had a drink in him, and while he can't say it's exactly like home ... well, it's always nice to take a breather with someone you know. vane's never been against making friends, but there's something special when you share it with someone you're closer to. ... and of course, cain was just that.

or so, vane thought. then cain speaks and ...?? ] Eh!? Keeping score?

[ even the men involved seem less than enthused with that answer. c'mon, is that all your pal has got in 'im? while vane doesn't adopt that line of thinking exactly... it'd be a waste if they couldn't spend this time together, right? ] C'mon! Don't say that! You've got to join if you're here!

[ he smiles. honestly, even this isn't that unfamiliar. kind of like when he invited people to parties back at home. once he was set on someone coming, well... he didn't take no for an answer so easily. to prove this he takes a drink in his hand, and holds one of the same out to cain. ]

[ For a moment, Cain thinks about teasing a little more. Vane's dismay had been a little too entertaining, and he's pretty sure he could draw that out again if he refuses to accept the offered drink. But... well, that bright smile is just a shade too familiar, and Cain's never been good at saying no to it.

He shakes his head, letting out a little huff of a sigh. After all, he can't just leave Vane in a lurch. ]

Yes, yes, since I'm here, I can't leave you partnerless. [ He scoops up the drink from Vane's hand and slumps into the seat beside him. ] But that means we're not allowed to lose, got it?

[so.

here they are.

here they are stealthily ("stealthily") tailing an employee of the robotic pet shop, who's carting away some defective parts and pieces to a junkyard. it's just.. it's not right. sure, maybe the poor things don't work quite the way they're expected to, but look at their poor, sad eyes! they can't just let them get thrown away, unwanted and unloved.

the employee turns a corner, and haru waves vane forward.]

Quick, this way! We can't lose him!

never going back, never check the past

→ rohan.

why are they together 24/7

don't act, ho

hmmmmmM

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→ cain.

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