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

[ 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.

[ her nose wrinkles, affronted. illya can do whatever, but how dare jyn. ]

Bitch, I'm your sister!

[ ERGO, YOUR FAVORITE. ]

[ sometimes the universe is looking out for him?? he avoids follow up, excellent, and instead he just gets to fondly watch jyn have a laughing attack on the floor. ]

[ maybe he'll take another sip, even though there's nothing to drink to. he's drinking for illya's poor red face and trying not to himself be amused by his embarrassment, because daisy's right, cassian really doesn't care. solidarity can only go so far illya before he laughs at your overreactions. ]

You are drunk.

[ and that is a fact.

he settles back on the other side of the couch, ignoring his drink so he can stretch out and cover his face with his arm so he can be alone with his embarassment. ]

[ jyn's hand smacks back to whack cassian's knee. ]

He is my favorite and Illya is your favorite and we are each other's second favorite friend and first favorite sister.

[ she points at daisy aggressively before she turns back to cassian, eyes narrowing. ]

And when it wasn't a mission?

[ oh, he's her favorite? has he ever been anyone's favorite before, except maybe his parents. it leaves him feeling very warm for a second, though it could be the alcohol. ]

[ it's ruined when she swings it back around to making moves on people, and he wrinkles his nose. ]

Just... people. Other rebels. Evidently I am not very approachable, so it was easier for me to take the first step a lot of the time. Why are names necessary?

[ as she crawls into illya's lap whether or not he fucking wants her to (because he is her favorite and she loves him and she wants to fucking cuddle, goddamnit): ]

Because Jyn wants to make a voodoo doll of them and then drop them off the balcony, duh.

[ jealous cow sister ]

[ daisy isn't wrong but jyn isn't going to say that, shrugging expansively and leaning her head against cassian's knee. she can fight those rebels herself anyway. ]

Let her in Illya, it's cold outside.

[ don't tell him what to do!

but fine, he moves his arm away from his face and curls it around her, bringing her closer to him and further onto his lap. she is just lucky he likes her as much as he does.

loves her. whatever.

he sighs and closes his eyes, content to listen to them talk whilst he does nothing but play human chair for his girlfriend. ]

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