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[Reaches out to take it.]

[That. Hm. Those sure are scars he didn't have before on his inner forearm, jagged and vertical, from wrist to elbow.]

Cheers.

[It's not that bright in the fort, as mattresses do a better job at blocking light than pillows. But there's still enough light to see how dark the lines are against his skin. So she reaches out towards them, though stops short of touching them if she gets that far.]

...What happened?

[He takes the drink and pulls it in nearer to himself, so the scars are hidden when he presses his arms closer to his chest.]

S'nothing. It was - old, from way back.

Seriously? It wasn't there before, I would've noticed.

...Did somebody hurt you?

[Doesn't just grab his hand anyway, but kinda looks like she wants to]

[Hesitates - then hesitates longer. He shifts the drink to one hand so he can turn his arm over, reluctant, to show her.]

...nah. It was from an old game.

It'd healed, but I found em there again this morning.

[Supports his wrist from below and--frowns, just staring at them, obviously attempting to think back to when he could've possibly gotten these]

...

...Do they hurt?

...not anymore.

...

[moves to take his hand instead, squeezing hard]

...We were toasting, right?

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[Threads his fingers with hers, squeezing back.]

Ah - yeah.

Cheers.

[Doesn't let go.]

To--to getting back up, no matter what.

[He hesitates, then lifts the cup in his other hand. The marks are on that arm, too - dark and jagged, even in the dim lighting.]

To always getting back up.

[Clinks the glasses, and knocks back the cup.

...Maybe not the whole cup maybe just a healthy amount before realizing it was a heavy pour gosh]

[Gets - probably half of his down in one go, coughs, and lowers the cup.]

Man, you weren't messing around with that rum.

Didn't want it too watery, but--geez.

[reaches for the pineapple juice]

You--wanna cut that or're you good?

[she is not good, oops,]

I'm - I'm good. I think I'm good.

[He takes another gulp and makes a face.]

You're looking so-so at best. You can always just have more, may as well taste good. I shoulda got those little umbrellas.

...okay, hit me, stick some more pineapple juice in there.

[He offers the cup.]

You think they got the little umbrellas?

They got normal umbrellas, and B could just shrink 'em.

[Adds a splash of pineapple juice, and OJ for good measure. Feels tropical.]

Wonder if the new guys get the umbrellas.

[Sticks his finger in to stir it, then licks the juice off.]

That's the live they oughtta be having. Auctioning off little umbrellas. Everyone'd want those.

[Sloshes hers around with little care for the fate of the surrounding mattresses, takes another sip, apparently satisfied]

How much would you pay for just an umbrella, though?

We talking working umbrella, or paper umbrella, or parasol?

[Takes another sip, and doesn't actually make a face this time, so it's probably good.]

There's that many different types? ...What's a gin and tonic need a parasol for?

Dude, we get AlcheME involved, there's as many kinds as we want.

And duh, parasols're to keep the sun off.

Wouldn't a normal umbrella do just as good? ...So long as it wasn't the clear plastic ones, I guess.

Yeah, but normal ones don't have the ruffles. Pretty sure ruffles are the point.

[Takes another sip, longer this time.]

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