meadowlarklogs | sweet vermouth, now you're telling me the truth

[ jyn drinks again because she forgot she already drank. ]

I've never... This game is difficul-- Oh! I've never paid for a drink in my entire life.

[ and she shan't start here. ]

[ daisy flops her ass back onto the couch, this time armed with a stiff mixed drink of questionable quality. it's probably 85% pure liquor and 10% ice, but she doesn't care. it does spill, but it only spills on her hand, which means she can just lick it off. that doesn't count towards taking a drink, though. ]

I bought the goddamn beer.

[ hmph. ]

If the bed is big enough you can fit more than one child in it. [ what else are the six year olds in rebel cells supposed to do?? ]

[ he slept with this parents sometimes before they died, mostly on the very cold nights. body heat under all those blankets with a blizzard outside?? fest tradition. ]

[ but also how dare you jyn. he takes a drink, having paid for many a drink in the past, usually not even his own. alcohol is one of the easiest ways to get people talking. ]

[ evidence: the barbie dream house right now. not that he is even approaching more than lightly buzzed yet. he still feels very aware of himself! ]

That is impressive, Jyn. [ he can admit that as he...all right, he's going to have to take a drink of daisy's questionable glass of whatever she put in there since she'd taken his beer and as soon as he does, he wishes he hadn't. wow. ]

I have never...

[ he pauses to think for a moment. or maybe he's pausing to try and let his stomach settle after he basically took a drink of something that's tastes like fire and acid and nightmares. god. ]

I have never had to say goodbye to someone.

[ his father had been taken without warning. his mother just wasn't there. daisy had gone as a surprise. and no one else had mattered. when people left him, they just left.

not an outstanding thing to realize. ]

[ and there goes the rest of jyn's beer in one go. is she drinking for every one she has said goodbye to or just to escape any of those memories? maybe both, but she had enough beer left to make it fairly obvious she was chugging the last of it. ]

I need another.

[ it's her turn to stand and find something else to drink, rifling around in the kitchen for something alcoholic. ]

[ daisy goes to reach for the glass — because her life has been a pit of sadness and loss ever since day one of her memory — but stops suddenly, hand frozen mid-reach.

on second thought, she's never had the chance to say goodbye to anyone. is that worse, or better? ]

[ he's said goodbye to a lot of people, sometimes he didn't even know it would be the final farewell. he's not sure if that made it better or worse than the ones he knew he'd never see again. ]

[ he's probably only about halfway through his own bottle, swirling it around. they'd said goodbye to his father when he left for the protests, but they didn't think he'd die. his mother was taken from him quite suddenly, no goodbyes there either. ]

[ he doesn't know whether or not to drink, so he takes half a sip for a middle ground. ]

I have never gotten arrested.

[ kidnappings and undercover missions don't count. ]

[ jyn barks a laugh from the kitchen, filling her drink again just to drink from it, maybe using the change of subject to linger with her drink away from the bulk of prying eyes. her laughably long list of crimes took draven a full two minutes to list. ]

Only 'cause you're boring!

[ technically, it was the framework, and not the "real world" — but the framework had felt just as real as anything else, and the prison cell she'd been locked in had certainly been shitty enough.

so daisy grabs her glass back from illya and drinks, coughing a bit as the burn hits her throat. she really should have considered a mixer. ]

I've never ... [ excuse her for choking ] Jesus. I've never had a real home.

[ wait. ]

Before here, I mean.

[ he does not drink for cassian's choice because he has never been arrested but he...does drink for daisy's. he'd had a home for at least a little while. his parents had given him a good albeit strict home so he reaches for daisy's drink and then...gives it back to her.

he's just going to get up and go get something of his own. his drink is milder though still strong and he takes a sip of that before he settles back on the couch. ]

I haven't for awhile but I did once. Before this place, at least.

Edited 2019-07-22 02:13 (UTC)

[ he had fest, for six whole years. he had a home once, but he doesn't think he's even lived in the same place for longer than those six years since, shuffled from place to place by choice and necessity. ]

[ he takes another drink. ] Once. On a planet called Fest.

I've never had a middle name.

[ she drinks, but jyn doesn't want to talk about her homes because she doesn't want to think about leaving them, but everything is a minefield at this point. this game is rubbish. ]

My parents could only agree on Jyn.

Edited 2019-07-22 02:21 (UTC)

[ illya takes another sip, still feeling relatively in control of himself especially in comparison to others in the room. ]

It is Nickovitch before anyone asks.

[ he's russian so shut up. ]

[ another sip while he contemplates why he is still playing this game and why he decides to admit the following. he's still not even that buzzed either! ]

Jeron. [ j like an h, obviously. ] It was my father's name.

[ daisy just shakes her head. she does not have a middle name. she barely has two names as it is — and one of them she claimed for herself after her father got volunteered for the shield equivalent of witness protection, so. there's that. ]

I didn't even know my real name until I was in my twenties.

[ daisy looks sad and that Will Not Do so jyn tries to change the subject to something daisy cannot drink to. ]

I've never... called an entire war council of powerful senators cowards. [ a beat, one of jyn's rare bright smiles. ] Oh wait I have.

[ bottoms up for her! ]

That is oddly specific.

[ and thus he does not drink. he does throw a look of concern in daisy's direction but says nothing immediately. he probably will later, when there are fewer eyes on them.

if she has not passed out that is. ]

[ jyn shrugs idly ]

I don't have a lot of nevers.

[ it might be aimed at making daisy laugh, but cassian swallows up his own amusement too, just like he swallows up another sip. he and draven might have talked so much shit about the council, but never to their faces. ]

[ they were intelligence! you only call people cowards in private. ]

They definitely deserved it.

[ there's a drag of quiet after cassian speaks. as if the room is waiting for someone else to slide in with another round's declaration, but no one does.

daisy breaks it with an awkward sound, not quite a yawn but not quite words either, and a sip of her drink. she's not drunk, but she's sliding past beer buzzed into something else with each sip of might-as-well-be-the-bottle. ]

I've never been able to cook.

[ and, now that she's thought of something that exclusively targets the men, daisy looks particularly proud of herself for it. ]

That's cheap.

[ but he takes a drink anyway, feeling just the slightest bit off. it's not much, something he can easily ignore but it's there, at least. he is going to blame daisy's drink for getting him there. ]

Besides, you can use the microwave. That should count.

[ with a bonus eyeroll, cassian also takes a drink, even though he too has a qualm with this. he even gestures with his bottle. ]

Microwaving is still cooking. Heating it up to be edible. Edible should the end result of cooking. You should have been more specific.

No. If they didn't have to drink for space I'm not drinking for reheating.

[ also she does know how to cook but she still isn't drinking because this is the honor system and jyn has no honor. ]

I! Have never... [ she breathes out in a little puff. ] I think I've run out of things I've never done.

Lucky for you that I have not.

[ because he intends to strike back for that last one before the game ends. it has been some time since it was his turn anyway. ]

I have never been the one to make the first...move on someone else.

[ what up being an emotionally stunted mess. ]

[ two in a row!! this is rude!! he wants to clarify if it has to be a genuine first move, or if a fake first move for a purpose, but he suspects daisy will argue for both, so he just takes another drink. ]

[ cassian is definitely also an emotionally stunted mess, which makes it a good thing he can turn off his emotions when he makes any kind of move. lack of relationships doesn't mean lack of flirting. he guesses. it's never backfired before! ]

Edited 2019-07-25 03:36 (UTC)

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