free drinks!

[green_tease]

New thing here, peeps.

Want a drink? Open up to me about why you "need" one, and ye shall receive.

Lie, or be too young for this shit, and get non-alcoholic. Don't be that person. That person sucks.

Comments

[mai_yamato]

Are you sure "miserable" is the word you want? Is it accurate?

And do you really think you have the moral high ground here? Are people better off drunk and angry, or sad or whatever, than they are if they realize that none of them understand what the fuck I am?!

[green_tease]

(Missy is briefly dumbstruck.)

I can't help what I am, poppet. Maybe you can't either. Sorry. Didn't mean to bring the hammer down.

"Miserable" was the wrong word to use. I'm having trouble understanding you, ever. You're not drinking age yet. That's a factor; I don't think it's the only reason.

Coffee for you if you help me with that. Your call.

[mai_yamato]

You're right. I can't help what you are.

I think it's pretty obvious that I have a deep-seated need to be the center of attention wherever I go, which leads me to create vast, sweeping lies as attempts to constantly one-up myself. Textbook.

Are you guessing my age based on my appearance? How old would that make you? Twenties? Thirties? That's assuming what I see has anything to do with your actual body, of course. How far off is that?

[green_tease]

Touché! You're alright, kitten. Thanks for clearing that up some.

(Missy produces a cup of hot coffee for Mai. It's labeled "non-decaf". A close look would reveal that the last five letters are from a different marker than the rest; the line width is distinctly different.)

[mai_yamato]

(Mai might discover the lack of caffeine later. For now, she's ignorant of it, and giddy over her reward.)

You're welcome for hearing me.

(Clearly that made perfect, heartfelt sense to her and to her alone.)