projectroxas | (no subject)

[ hums, exchanging quick 'hellos' when a group of people pass him by. back to michael: ]

Makes sense. I guess we gotta get him a little intoxicated, then. That'll loosen him right up.

That is his decision, not ours.

Mm. . . we'll see. Rachel's also coming, remember?

[ gives a small shrug, glancing down at his phone when he takes it out. ]

I have no control over what she does or does not do. It is the same with you, but I will not partake in that activity.

You probably don't drink, do you, captain? It's not bad once in a while.

A glass of red wine is acceptable, though yes, I do not drink. It is not essential to my health, nor is it to the human body. However, I am not at liberty to tell someone how to live their life. Everyone else may do as they wish.

Wow. That read so smooth. Like a textbook.

[ nods absently, simply as an acknowledgment to his statement. instead of saying anything more he looks up towards the bar, silently awaiting anthony's return. ]

[ & on cue, he returns, somehow managing to bring back three cups. offers the selection toward michael first. ]

Clear one's water.

[ inclines his head briefly, reaching out to take the water. ]

Thank you.

[ nods in response, then turns to jeremy, offering the two cups. ]

Pick your poison.

[ peers down at the juice & coke offered. raises a brow, then picks the coke. ]

Thanks.

[ nods again & takes a sip of the juice. frowns. ]

[ looks... really amused. ]

It's fruit punch. [ sips at the coke. ] Not your thing?

Bad experience.

[ snickers a bit. ]

Oh, c'mon. It wasn't that bad.

Germany came and stole Tinkerbell and Haro. It was bad.

[ blinks, confused. glances at michael briefly, then shakes his head. ]

Oh. Uh. Okay. That does sound bad. Did you get them back?

[ settles down on the couch next to michael. ]

Yes. Rescue mission was successful, Houston.

[ listens halfheartedly to the conversation, eyes trained on the entrance of the lounge. after a moment he turns to anthony, holding up his water. ]

Do you wish to trade?

[ pauses in mid-sip. ]

Do you like juice?

I do not mind it.

Oh. Then okay. If you insist.

[ offers the cup for it to be traded. ]

[ trades without batting an eyelash, taking a drink of the juice while he continues to play his typical game of silence. ]

[ gulps down a mouthful of water to wash the fruit punch out of his mouth. sits quietly for a change due to their current company, staring at the far-off door. ]