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[temperedinpride]

Who: Cosmo
Where: Lobby
When: 436

[Cosmo is rocking a look. Minus the plague mask, it's just his normal mask. He's got a set of fruity drinks in front of him, and he's leaning back with a drink in hand.]

"Risk" and "Reward".

Half of these drinks are non-alcoholic, most of the rest are quite potently alcoholic, a few are drugged.

The risk is obvious, the reward is engaging in the live. Or perhaps in avoiding the traps.

The drugs are one of three kinds--a potent psychedelic, a numbing agent, and something to get you a little hot under the collar. Do take it elsewhere if you get that last one.

[He sips his drink.]

Of course some say the best way to win at gambling is not to play, but where's the fun in that?

((OOC: tag any toplevels with the aphro as nsfw and you can have like, multiple if you want. I'll toplevel Lahabrea to talk to but you can also just engage with drugs.))

Comments

[rainshaveceased]

[sigh]

Probably for the best.

Do you require aid?

[childeishly]

Define aid, because... probably? I'm not sure. I just feel real weird and hot and... weird.

[rainshaveceased]

I can keep watch over you until you regain your sobriety?

[childeishly]

What if I can't find my sobriety?

[rainshaveceased]

You will, eventually.

[childeishly]

I don't know about that. I... I don't know.

[ trails off, reaching for his face... to kiss it. ]

Did I tell you I'm going to be a wife?

[rainshaveceased]

[allows the kiss, but pulls away after moment]

You did not. Congratulations.

[childeishly]

[ going to circle his arms around him and try to climb into his lap. ] I like your face and yessss, congrats to meeeeeeeeeee.

[rainshaveceased]

I hope your spouse is not the jealous type.

[childeishly]

I need to be gooder, the goodest, because noooo, but I don’t want to make him feel bad feels, just good feels, because he’s good. [ nestles into the crook of his neck, shutting his eyes. ] Where is my sober?

[rainshaveceased]

[gently reaching around him to pat his back]

It will take some time longer to arrive, I am afraid.

[childeishly]

[ groans, frustrated. ] Did you drink any drinks? I think you'd feel real good, like me... if you did.

[rainshaveceased]

I have made an effort to avoid them, and I will continue to do so.

[childeishly]

[ ahahahah. good one elidibus. ]

Why?

[rainshaveceased]

Do you recall why I asked you not to use your pheromones on me? The same reasons apply here.

[childeishly]

...would you do so in a closed environment? I feel like letting loose might help you.

[rainshaveceased]

No. I would not do so in any environment.

[childeishly]

I'll just have to drink enough for us both then. [ going to leave his lap to collect a few random drinks. ]

[rainshaveceased]

I do not think you should drink any more, actually.

[childeishly]

[ reaches for the nearest glass and downs it without a shred of hesitation to be an insufferable little shit. ]

[rainshaveceased]

[well, he's not your dad so do what you want]

I will not be held responsible for any regrets you have later.

1/2

[childeishly]

[ he's doing his best to get a reaction out of elidibus and it's not working... so he grabs another drink and downs it, vision blurring for half a second afterward. ]

[childeishly]

[ ok, but what if he just passes out you, bud. ]

[rainshaveceased]

[brings out the robot assistant to pick him up and put him on a sofa. on his side in case he throws up.]

[childeishly]

[ comes to pretty quickly, immediately trying to avoid being put down by clinging to his personal assistant like a leech. ]