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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.]

I didn't think ruffles were ever the point, to anything.

Pretty sure they were the point to that one shirt you had on in the vid room.

Note how I've never mentioned that thing again, in the hopes it would turn out to be a bad dream.

But sure, if you want a parasol so bad, can probably call in some goth team favors for you.

Nah, doesn't gotta be a parasol. Those little paper ones're on the list, though.

[Takes another sip. He is almost done with the drink.]

Shoulda stole some from that one game, they were like the only good thing about that game.

...There was a parasol game?

[god so many things happen all the time]

Dude, no. I mean the one with the drinks. That one BS game.

[Vague. Handwave.]

[Looks no less blank

(spoilers it's because she only took one drink the whole time, because who even keeps secrets anyway,)]

...Still don't see why you can't just buy umbrellas if you like umbrellas.

'm gonna. I'll get you a couple, too. We can have a bunch.

[Finishes the drink.]

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