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[burnt_offering]

[Ace is sitting and staring, brows furrowed a little. This whole situation has really gotten him frustrated. He went from either dying, or being damn close to it, to this. And while he's absolutely fine with not having his life ended, there's no amount of questions that are unanswered and he's worried for the people left behind. He really did screw up, there was so much he could have done differently, so much trouble he could have saved for those who had to suffer because of his choices and convictions. He's not even sure that his attempt to save his brother worked, and he's not certain he can handle not knowing if those left behind will be okay or not.

It's easier to live without regrets when death is actually the end and you don't have to experience any further consequences.

And now, he's got this second chance but it's overwhelming somehow. He's not going to take for granted a round two at life, but where to go from here when everything is so new and different is exhausting to think about. And somehow exciting too. He's got an idea of what he needs to do, but he's still a little in shock about the whole situation.

After about a minute, he realizes that he's been filming himself, and actually decides to speak.]

Okay, so I'm-[Ace stops mid-sentence, and his head rolls back at an awkward angle. And he starts to snore, while the camera just keeps recording. This goes on for quite a while, unfortunately. And then as suddenly as he passed out, he jerks upright again and blinks. It's a confusing day as is, and narcolepsy doesn't help with that.] Damn. Happened again. Anyway, I'm Ace. If you've got any good information that might help a guy out, I might make it worth your while. [He probably won't.]

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[burnt_offering]

Kinda? I mean, it was a small one, and I don't remember that well. [Ace shrugs, he doesn't remember much about it, save for the fact that he had an obscene amount of alcohol in him. Which probably says that the acts weren't amazing, but in the end it's not important.

What's important? Booze. One of the bottles gets poured first, it smells strangely of peppers, spicy when it comes out of the bottle. Then another, that smells peppery and smokey. The jar has something clear in it, and a couple of other bottles come out too. It does not seem like a normal combination, but weird is what they're going for. Weird and sweet. Hard too.]

Good, 'cause I don't mind people drinking and telling. Or whatever. [He stirs, and hands Molly his drink.] I call it the full dinner. You've got meat, candied bacon vodka? You've got vegetables, cucumber and melon liquor, there regular vodka for the potatoes... [What else did he put in?] And some cake vodka and apple pie moonshine for dessert. [He takes a deep and careless drink, and chokes.] I kinda figured that cake vodka would be sweet enough to make the whole thing sweet.

[blingking]

[ Molly shrugs, seemingly pleased with the answer. No further details are needed - mostly because he doesn't care all that much for them. He seems more fixated on Ace's means of concocting this... concoction. The smells are odd and seemingly incompatible from the whiffs he gets - and were he a man with anything to fear, he might think this was a really bad idea.

But, he is not a man who fears much, if anything. And when the drink is offered Molly takes it without hesitation.

Ace's words hit him the same time the taste does. It's a cornucopia of tastes and smells and maybe on their own they would be good. Together, it's a disaster. And Molly is so into it. He coughs out a laugh, his nose crinkled slightly as he takes another taste, licking his lips. ]

This is terrible! [ He cheers, raising his mug like he wants to toast. ] I love it.

[burnt_offering]

It's so gross. But if you love it, hey, I did something right. [His own mug gets raise, an almost toast between them for this mess of a new friendship(?), and he considers actually just dumping it. But he doesn't. Ace takes another drink because this was actually made from both purchased and pilfered booze, and he doesn't want to waste it.

This time he tries to hold it in his mouth for a moment, as if it's wine and that would help it taste better. That's what people always said, it needs to be savored, but that's for fine wine and not a literal disaster in a cup. He forces it down, and shakes his head.] Yeah that doesn't help. It's just shitty. But it's still gonna get me drunk, so I guess it's doing it's job.

[blingking]

You'll have to tell me where you got all those exotic flavors. ( Because, and I cannot emphasize this enough, what the fuck? The fact that there's such oddly flavored booze so readily available makes him wonder how wild this truly can get. He takes another sip, fully appreciates how fucking bad it is, and then laughs again. )

I'm happy to find someone that shares the sentiment. Getting drunk seems to solve so many problems - that, and getting naked.