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Graci set her water down and lifted the cup, clinking it with hers.
βMm. Thank you, good sir.β She smiled and took a long dreg.
Graci set her water down and lifted the cup, clinking it with hers.
βMm. Thank you, good sir.β She smiled and took a long dreg.
Jericho copied her motion, dragging large gulps of the drink deep into his stomach. The alcohol certainly would help his frayed nerves and perhaps help him pluck up the courage to ask Graci, or rather Resentment, if she truly was the goddess he had witnessed people worship since he was a child.
Graci finished the meager drink with a couple more gulps and set down the cup.
βLike a glass of fruit punch.β She laughed heartily.
Jericho dropped his empty glass next to Graci's. "Well everyone loves a lady that can hold her liquor." He said giving her a saucy grin.
Graci returned the grin, leaning back in the booth seat. βCertainly. Another round?β
"Certainly." Jericho said standing and strutting away. Most other patrons recognized him and moved out of the way, although he did smile and greet a few.
Graci gave a soft, amused laugh and she yawned and stretched. Such a strange mortal. So amusing.
Jericho returned with another round. "If you truly take after your namesake, you'll be able to drink me under the table. And let me tell you, that is n easy feat." He gently patted her hand again and winked.
Graci rose her eyebrows. Such a bold move. βDrink you?β She laughed softly. Repeating it made it sound much moreβ¦ odd.
Jericho almost blushed at the double entendre of his words. He cleared his throat, looking Graci in the eyes. "Not meaning that you wouldβ¦entice meβ¦ under the table. It means to drink much much more alcohol than me." But he couldn't help the wickedly delicious sparkle that lit up his eyes at the prospect.
Graci laughed softly, rolling her eyes. βIβm sure youβd love that, wouldnβt you, dearest?β She smiled warmly at him.
"I would be lying if I said no, my lady." Jericho said, bowing his head. "One simply cannot deny your beauty and your wit." He raised his glass in salute to her before taking another long drink.
Graci smiled charmingly and rose the cup in return. βSuch bold statement. I love it.β She took a drag of the drink.
M shifted around on the couch so his feet were still tucked in, but he was comfortable.
βNah, Iβll be alright.β
Alison shrugged and went back to resetting the game. "All right. I'm going to get a glass of water. Would you like one?"
M shifted around on the couch restlessly, huffing softly. βYes. Thank you.β
"M'kay. I'll just be right back, then," Alison said, giving him a small smile as she stood and made her way to the kitchen.
M gave a tiny grin in return and continued his wiggling, huffing angrily once more. He stood up, wandering up the steps into their room for clothing.
Alison laughed lightly as she filled their glasses. She sat back down in the living room, placing the cups on the table as she waited for M.
M found a comfy pair of sweatpants neatly folded up in his dresser. He wasnβt sure about the shirt, though. All of the shirts he had were short sleeved. M looked dlwn at himself, shrugged, and decided he was comfortable enough with the sweatpants and dress shirt. Alison would probably make him change eventually. He meandered back downstairs, yawning and ruffling up his hair as he sat back doen on the couch.
Alison looked over at him wen he entered and smiled. "Are you ready to play again? Maybe I can beat you this time."
M shifted around, plopping his hands in his lap, tucking his feet up into his bum.
βSure.β He smiled a bit, leaning forward.
"All right, then! Let's see if I can actually win this time," Alison chuckled.
(Skip to the end of the game?)
(Lmao sure. Who wins?)
(Um⦠Idk⦠It'd be funny if Alison somehow managed to beat M, but it would be more likely that he would win.)
(Lol, it would be funny. Do you wanna do it that way?)
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