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Party Hard.
[On occasions where someone's celebrating, like tonight with Ellie's birthday, Nick usually makes a show of it. He buys himself a drink, maybe even downs some of it, but it's never really been all that appealing. Now, though, it ought to be easier to deal with. He's got full plumbing, which is novel and, overall, more convenient for the task. He doesn't think much of it when he orders that first few fingers of scotch.
He'd been stunned when he had his first smoke after Faraday rebuilt him. Taste wasn't exactly something he was used to, and his new lungs were a little delicate when it came to breathing in smoke. He'd worn them in quick enough, to the scientist's chagrin, and the taste of tobacco had quickly become a favorite of his. When he takes that first mouthful of scotch down, right after the toast to Ellie, it takes just about everything in Nick not to immediately spit it out.
Nick swallows fast, before he can do anything but. He's not about to ruin Ellie's party by being categorically unable to hold his liquor, after all. But that shit hit hard; it felt like it stripped the color out of his silicon. The after taste was fine, maybe even better than, but the shock of that first drink rattled him. He nursed the one in hand after that but, thankfully, the sips that followed were easier to keep down.
By the end of the first, where he'd usually call it, Nick found himself wanting a second. It was a novelty and he was having fun. The Third Rail was jumping, the band was playing, Ellie was flirting with Farenheit, and everything seemed...like smooth jazz. Nick decided he was going to get another and, with unusual ease, he dropped onto the stool next to Hancock and ordered another three fingers.]
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Oh please--[Nick snorts and pulls back his glass from before. He pours himself some amount, he isn't sure what, just it fits the glass okay and sets the bottle aside. With his refilled drink (and it is certainly very refilled) in hand, he gives Hancock a dry look (hah) despite the water on his face.]--as if I ever refused to help with those side effects.
[That's...a lot more explicit than Nick tends to get in public, especially at a party. It's good that nobody seems to notice them, save perhaps for Ellie who is markedly not looking in their direction. Nick settles for some feeling between embarassed and flustered and takes a drink of scotch about it. It doesn't help alleviate that but it does give him more scotch, so there's that.]
Suppose I could start doing that. [He adds, thoughtfully, more to himself than to Hancock.]
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[ How the bloody hell did he get over the counter like this? Sorcery, is what it is. He tries to do the liquid-morph thing he did to get over here in the first place, but it's not happening. He's just reversing a step, and going forward again, bumping into the counter like a confused roomba. ]
Think you just like seein' me all flustered. I'm on'ta you, n'your... wiles? You're really charming, it's noteven fair.
[ Charlie floats over, and without a word, lifts the part of the bar that swings open so Hancock can toddle on through. The ghoul gives his bartender a grateful tip of the hat in thanks. What the hell, where did this joint come from? ]
... I got stuck for a sec [ he reports to Nick, just in case he didn't know. ]