for pyrrhaicvictory

[sarcaskick]

You're a world-renowned fighter.
We're obviously leagues apart.

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[sarcaskick]

[ That sounds like a real shoddy excuse, but maybe he shouldn't press it. ]

... That's a real shoddy excuse.

[ But he's Mercury, so he does it anyway. ]

[pyrrhaicvictory]

Maybe it is.

[ Her drink was nearly finished, and she kind of wished it wasn't ]

But an excuse doesn't make it less true. Just not the whole truth.

[sarcaskick]

In other words, you don't want to talk about it.

[ Mercury, for his part, downs the rest of his drink and signals the bartender to bring another. A pause, as he glances from Pyrrha's drink to her face. ]

Another?

[pyrrhaicvictory]

I'll go easy. One scotch, please.

[ Her good mood has soured somewhat. ]

[sarcaskick]

[ He shrugs as the bartender goes to fix their next round, leaning an elbow against the bar for a moment. ]

People suck sometimes.

[ Whether or not this is some attempt at sympathy is debatable. ]

[pyrrhaicvictory]

[ she laughs softly ]

What does that even mean, Mercury? It's no one's fault.

[sarcaskick]

Not like that. Just... dealing with them in general. Wanting something out of people that just never pans out.

Gets old pretty quick.

[pyrrhaicvictory]

People won't know unless you tell them. And besides, people can always surprise you.

[ Jaune always does, in his strange new way. ]

[sarcaskick]

Some people can. Not always the ones that matter, though.

[ He snatches up his drink as it arrives, staring into the glass for a second before taking a swig from it. A breath in... aaaaand out, before the crooked grin returns to his face. ]

Listen to me, getting all moody. And I'm usually such a ray of sunshine.

[pyrrhaicvictory]

We all have our moments. And we're all only human. I'm sure it'll pass.

[sarcaskick]

Well, let's hurry it along then. Change the subject.

[pyrrhaicvictory]

How many drinks can you actually stomach?

[sarcaskick]

Lllllllet's just say I had an experienced teacher and plenty of practice.

[pyrrhaicvictory]

How can something like that can be taught?

[sarcaskick]

It's called learning by example.

[pyrrhaicvictory]

Sounds like a disaster to me.

[sarcaskick]

I'd tell you otherwise, but for a while? It wasn't pretty.

[pyrrhaicvictory]

I can picture it now. A younger you, slumped over the table.

[sarcaskick]

Was I at least a cute kid, in your mind's eye?

[pyrrhaicvictory]

You had pimples.

[sarcaskick]

Everyone had pimples. It's called puberty.

[pyrrhaicvictory]

So you really did have them.

[sarcaskick]

Yeah, sure. Most people did at some point. What, you never had any?

[pyrrhaicvictory]

No. Never did. It made being a poster child a lot easier.

[sarcaskick]

Wow. So you actually did always look perfect. See, now I'm almost a little jealous!