-5 MCA, Friday Afternoon/Evening

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John had gotten the surprise of his fucking life this morning. In a good way, that was, and while it had taken a few moments for him to wake up enough to realize what, exactly, was coming out of his shower-head, he had figured it out eventually.

A call and a bribe to get a same-day delivery of a few giant bottles of Culligan and a water cooler from the mainland, a trip over the Causeway to the YMCA for a godsdamned shower with water and a shopping trip for the appropriate accouterments...

It was getting on towards dinner time by the time once he was back and had everything he needed. The door to his flat was propped open, text messages reading my fucking taps are running absinthe come fucking help me enjoy it, music on and food available.

Fuck yeah Constantine was indulging. And no, he wasn't lighting his sugar cubes on fire, that shit was for showy amateurs.

[OOC: Open post! If you think you got a text, you did, or feel free to stumble over Constantine's Bad Choices.]

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[uncertain_dume]

Kanan rolled his eyes a little and grinned as he followed along.

"Let's go with the flavor, then. Fire's great if you need to cook something, but I'm just looking for a drink, here."

Or many. Probably many drinks.

[talentforlying]

"Give her a second, then," he said, grabbing some bottled water and pouring it over the sugar cube as slowly as he could manage. "I don't have any of the fancy shite, but I can get her drinkable."

A moment later and he was handing it over to Kanan after the last of the sugar had melted away. "There you go. Give her a stir, and try not to slam her like some frat boy at prom."

GODSDAMMIT JOHN

[uncertain_dume]

"I understood roughly half of that," Kanan laughed, shaking his head and reaching for the drink. He gave it a stir, just like John had instructed, and then... miraculously, he actually paced himself on that first sip.

Look, he drank like a fish, but he also enjoyed new experiences and just... enjoying things. He could behave himself with his first absinthe experience, too.

[talentforlying]

"Most people only understand a third of what comes out of my mouth, so you're fine," John laughed, reaching for his own drink. "Absinthe is considered a rather decadent, salacious drink. Historically, that is. Tales of hallucinations and depraved artists and that sort of thing."

He grinned. "Hence why I like it so much."

[uncertain_dume]

"I don't think even hallucinations could make me all that artistic," Kanan snorted.

Really, he had experience enough with Force visions. He probably didn't need absinthe's help, there. That wasn't stopping him from drinking it.

"Enough to get a person drunk, though? That's good enough for me."

Kanan really had simple needs.

[talentforlying]

"It'll get you drunk. And if we decide you still need help after a few of these, we've got Peter's beer."

John, no, you'll make the poor boy sick.

[uncertain_dume]

As if that was the worst that could possibly happen, here. Kanan had plenty of experience with time spent face-down on cantina floors, after all.

"Sounds like a plan," he laughed, grinning and raising the rest of his drink toward John in a kind of toast-shaped salute. "Hey, I was looking for something to do tonight. This works out nicely."

Kanan, you moron.