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

[ 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)

[ jyn is halfway through just chugging the rest of her drink because she SUPPOSES that kissing cassian technically counts as a first move even though it didn't move them anywhere, but she stops mid-chug when cassian takes his own drink. ]

Who?

[ he freezes when she whirls to look at him, bottle halfway in the air. his mouth is open slightly, looking caught like he did something wrong?? why?? nothing is wrong! ]

[ he sort of... awkwardly shrugs. ]

Sometimes it was for a mission.

[ cassian what about the other times?? ]

[ cassian says some dumb shit that's probably half true and half evasive on purpose just to avoid the question, and daisy laughs. it's a dumb laugh, but she's also a dumbass who yeets into relationships that (historically) end badly. though... she's never shied away from making a move. so she drinks the rest of her glass (aka 80% of it), coughs, and then splutters out: ]

Illya lost at checkers and then I made him go down on me on his kitchen counters.

[ somebody's feeling it now for sure, wavering a bit even though she's sitting upright on the couch. ]

And now he won't have sushi with me ever again.

[ those two things are not related. ]

If your vagina put him off sushi that's really concerning and you should see a doctor.

[ just.

saying. ]

Edited 2019-07-25 03:46 (UTC)

[ aggressively gestures at jyn like a drunken madwoman ]

No, the sushi [ the sushi!!!! ] is because of the alleyway and my hand on his dick.

[ emphatic nod. ]

Ooh, two different... got it. [ drunk girls just know. if they were in the bathroom they'd be calling each other beautiful, it is the nature of drunk girls. ] Still borderline unsanitary though. Oh that's why there's a no sex in the kitchen rule!

Daisy!

[ he's so surprised by her just blurting details of their sex life out that he juggles and jars his drink enough that some sloshes onto his shirt. he's not even tipsy.

and then she keeps going and illya abandons his drink on the table to lurch closer to her to try and put his hand over her mouth so she will stop saying things!!! ]

Shh! [ he will never go down on you or let you touch him again if you keep this up ( a lie but who cares ). ] That is not their business!

[ he's blushing and he knows it and this is all her fault and he's sleeping in the closet tonight. ]

I am going to sleep on the couch tonight.

[ from behind his hand on her mouth, daisy stubbornly insists: ] They don't care!

[ but it's muffled and unintelligible, and his grip is sturdy and firm... which means only one thing.

she has to lick his hand. because she is a child. ]

[ gross why would you. he yanks his hand away and gets to his feet because while he could wipe his hand on his shirt, he is not that type of person and has to go wash it and dry it appropriately even if...

he's not going to be tmi thank you very much. he's only gone a moment before he steps back out, making a face in her direction. ]

You are intoxicated and I am sleeping on the couch tonight.

[ you hand licker. ]

[ jyn was already on the floor, but now she's on the floor laughing because illya's reaction seems so out of proportion for daisy and jyn's naturally easy banter. ]

Did she lick your hand?

[ this is Too Hilarious ] You're my second favorite person, Daisy.

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