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[formidable]

Androids, psychics, magic, investigations, and finding out how to human. ➢ Cool Mood Music No. 1 ➤ Cool Mood Music No. 2

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[bleps]

[wow, wait for him!!

Connor lifts the draw to his mouth, taking a long, indulgent sip. He seems pleased with the result.]

Very different from the beer. Not at all the same taste. Are you sure this is still alcoholic?

[emotive]

Yup. But don't be fooled! Drinks like this are heavier in alcoholic content than your tongue can detect!

[Even Ai's cheeks are beginning to redden from all the liquor she's consumed, uh oh. ]

[bleps]

[Don’t worry, it’ll catch up with Connor all at once later.]

My tongue can’t detect much in this state. In terms of alcoholic content.

[emotive]

Mmm.

[Ai glances at Connor, raising a brow.]

You look like you're taking it well. Better than expected actually.

[there she jinxed it]

Let's make sure to drink actual water after all of this okay?

[bleps]

Maybe I’m more resilient than you give me credit for.

[ Definitely jinxed it. But for now, Connor will take pleasure in new tastes and experiences; but most importantly, getting a chance to spend time with Ai like this.

Fast forward later into the night however, and things aren’t so pretty.

The truth of the matter is that Connor can hold his alcohol about as well as anyone else who’s never had a drink in their life: terribly. He’s drunk, definitely, but it’s manifested itself as feeling nauseated and ill. Already, he’s had to pray to the porcelain goddess, with the aid of Ai guiding him through his misery. And now? They’re back at her apartment, with him leaning rather pathetically against the toilet, feeling as if he is literally dying.]

Is this a biological death?

[The question only makes partial sense, but it sure describes how he currently feels.]

[emotive]

[At some point, Ai had stopped inhaling liquor thankfully. Any more and she wouldn't have made it safely home with Connor who was doing worse than her. She's just a little drunk but not embarrassingly so. Her cheeks are just reddened and they feel warm. And while she feels sorry for her poor friend who is experiencing the biological limitations of the human body, Ai's patting him on the back languidly.]

There, there! There, there. This is perfectly normal for anyone who drinks an abnormal amount of alcohol.

[And she giggles. Yes, she's a blushy and giggly drunk.]

If you need me to rub your tummy later after you vomit, let me know!

[bleps]

[There is only the sound of a long, miserable groan. It echoes throughout the bathroom.

How can she have so much energy? Was she more resistant to alcohol? Connor felt like he was dying; he knew, logically, what this was, of course. His body telling him that drinking was doing nothing more than poisoning his body. Expelling what it didn't need, nor want.]

I just... I understand now, how Hank feels.

[emotive]

Hm? He drinks a lot too?? I see, I see.

[Ai nods her head as if she completely understands even if she totally doesn't get the context of everything.]

Well if you need me to look away, let me know. You're going to have to pass out on the couch or something...

[She starts to move to the closet anyway, stumbling on one step as she does so.]

So no more drinking ever?

[bleps]

He drinks so much... that he ends up hungover. Many times.

[Many times. Connor wondered why he would ever wish to inflict this on himself; and now, he wonders that ten times over.]

No more. Ever.

[Just leave him here to die.]

The human body isn't meant for this. Why would anyone...

[emotive]

It's called "living in the edge" Connor. Sometimes we get excited when we test our physical limits. But also the addiction to alcohol is more than indicative of a deeper issue and now he's used to it.

Do you need me to pat your back again?

[bleps]

He does have 'deeper issues'. His son-

[Oh. Oh, he feels gross again. A groan escapes him, and he supplies to her question:]

Yes. Please.

[emotive]

[Oh boy. This won't be pretty hut Ai moves to his side again and hand at his back.]

Sorry for getting us carried away. I didn't want to end the night like this.

[bleps]

No, it's... it's fine-

[Uuuugh.]

I had fun. This is part of the human experience, isn't it? I- Even if my processing feels slower and my stomach-

[Well. He doesn't have to explain.]

[emotive]

[And then, she pipes up almost too excitedly.]

Should I activate the gag reflex??

[AI NO]

[bleps]

[If he were an android still, with a mind that was not so wracked with feeling gross and able to think rationally, he might actually consider that. He'd feel better faster, wouldn't he?

But his human body seems to shudder at the very thought.]

What... No. Ai-

[Ugh.]

I'll be fine. Maybe just... give me five minutes.

[A STRANGE, REVERSE DEJA VU]

[emotive]

Booooo.

[Yes, Ai makes a sound of disappointment.]

So you can put your fingers in my mouth but I cant? Unfair.

[Well she definitely is drunk.]

It's taking a while too. Are you sure??

[bleps]

I put my fingers in your mouth for completely different reasons, Ai.

[Pretty sure they're both drunk.]

You can't take my temperature.

[emotive]

[oops she's going to slap him kind of hard on the back for that out of embarrassment!]

Don't say it like that! That's lewd! You're going to to make me think funny things!

[bleps]

[oof wow rude!? Connor jostles forward a little, and groans again.]

How is it... lewd? Ai... do I really look like someone in a state to say something lewd right now?

[A beat.]

Your mind is just in the 'gutter'. That's the saying, isn't it? The gutter.

[emotive]

[She's rubbing her reddened cheeks and rather huffily at that.]

If you hadn't noticed mouths are sensitive... Like... You know??

[And at that remark about her mind being in the gutter Ai groans.]

Is that it though...? Am I the pervert...?? But I'm not putting fingers in anyone's mouths...

[these two are idiots]

[bleps]

[complete idiots.

And because Connor is drunk, and it's the easiest argument to make:]

Yes. You're the pervert.

[emotive]

No, I'm not!!

[It's probably the booze but she's so insistent and she shoves his shoulder with both hands this time; she's kind of childish like that.]

I don't take temperatures with my fingers!

[bleps]

Taking temperature-

[OOF, SHOVED. RUDE?

Connor twists his body to look at her, hair mussed and thin locks of it falling across his forehead.]

-isn't perverted. It's a necessary form of gauging whether or not someone is ill-!

[emotive]

... Unfair.

[The expression on Ai's face softens, matching her voice. She reaches out to play with Connor's hair and tugging strands of it between her fingers.]

When you're so sincere like that, it feels unfair.

[It's unfair how she can't argue with his logic and it's unfair that it makes her like him a lot.]

[bleps]

[He knows he can't possibly look very flattering right now. Hair messy, skin slightly glistened with sweat, his overall appearance pallid. But Connor is definitely not conscious of such things right now; he'd much rather just feel better.

He closes his eyes briefly, leaning just slightly into her touch. Ai is comforting, at least, in a different way than what he's used to. Hank is direct, gruff, his care stark and straightforward. Ai is gentler, softer, easy to depend upon -- even if her gesture is something as childish as tugging on his hair.]

What's unfair about it?