Party Hard.

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[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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[chem_break]

[ Not even God herself could have convinced John Hancock that there would be a silver lining to the Shipbreaker Massacre. But after the initial return to The Commonwealth, the resurgence of something like normalcy, the biggest missing pieces of their Relationship relationship restored, it becomes easier and easier to slip into comfortable complacency. A dangerous state, a tempter of fate, but a guy can't be full cocked for his entire damn existence.

Sometimes you gotta let yourself enjoy the chill. Tonight is an excellent example.

It had been Hancock's idea to do The Third Rail up 'special-like', but Evaris had handled the details of the execution. Through the sheer magic of his scrapping and junk hoarding, the vaultie has managed to produce a pair of truly massive speakers, each at least double the height of the bar. There's also a projector throwing the image of a terminal screen on the bar's back wall-- currently it's decorative color bursts of green, like eight-bit fireworks. Spools and spools of colored lights spider-web across the ceiling, blinking in a variety of shifting shades.

It's a very peculiar pleasure for Hancock, getting to see Nick experience all these Born Again First Times. A second First kiss is one hell of a consolation prize for edging the Reaper, but the prizes just keep pouring in. Watching the synth struggle to keep his liquor down is such a treat. Lookit him, taking it like a fucking champ. Loyal to his habits, like a good man. Hancock is irreparably charmed. Over, and over, and over again.

Someone else might warn the guy to go easy on the booze. Some rushes you can chase until you run outta juice, while others will just fuckin' catch ya back. Hancock still might depart some boozehound's wisdom, but not just yet. Nick's having fun. And if the guy gets himself sick, he'll learn. That's his experience to have. And it's less of a miserable experience when you've got someone there with you, which he would, if choice and impulse did so happen to lead the synth there. ]

Someone's havin a good time [ The ghoul grins, absolutely inside his element. Is he talking about Nick? Ellie and Farenheit? Evaris sizing up to take a bite out of a fistful of Some Kind of Meat handed to him by Strong? (Sorry for the Supermutant at your party, Ellie. Friends of Friends.)

Hancock slides sideways and lets his shoulder bump against Nick's, giving him a rather wild grin. ]

This is goin off pretty damn well, if I do say so myself. I'd tell Var he did a good job if it wouldn't go straight to his... head. Guess I'm just sit here and soak up all the credit [ He shoots Nick's a playful look, coded clearly as audaciously, Your Welcome and You May Thank Me Now. ]