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[ Jiang Cheng gives him a wide-eyed look, already halfway to bristling. ] That's terrible!

[ He had not considered that possibility at all but now he is paying attention as well... and indeed, there he catches sight of a woman returning to her table with several drinks. He huffs, scowl deepening. ] This is just another reason to hate Bavan.

[ But he's getting up anyway. Time to find out just how awful the rice wine here is. ]

( a smile flickers along the corners of xingchen's lips, because of course it's another reason to hate bavan. aren't most things, to jiang wanyin? it's terribly endearing, not that he'll say as much.

as the man stands, xingchen lifts a hand like 'go ahead' with a faintly amused, ) I trust in your judgment. ( he wouldn't have the foggiest clue what to order even if he were to accompany him. )

Yes, yes, of course you do [ he grumbles with an eyeroll which is far more fond than exasperated at this point.

Going to the bar, it turns out that you do need to order there. Ordering wine ends up with the bartender trying to pour him some red grape wine, which he can thankfully prevent just in time.

In the end, he returns holding a bottle and two shot glasses of a clear liquid. ]

I had some trouble convincing him I want a bottle and not just a single glass. I don't think the people here know how to handle their alcohol.

( oh, just give xingchen a half hour or so. little do either of them yet realize it, but he'll most certainly have more opinions on his drink selection after he's imbibed in whichever drinks jiang wanyin him.

xingchen hasn't the foggiest clue what exactly jiang wanyin brings back, and he extends a hand palm-up with fingers waiting to take hold of whatever drink he's given. it's not a particularly urgent or demanding gesture, more than content to wait until jiang-xiong ready to hand something over. ) Mm, well neither do I, let's not forget.

[ Jiang Cheng places the empty shot glass in Xingchen's hand and then pours him first from the bottle before pouring himself a shot. ]

The bartender said the only rice wine they have is sake, Japanese wine. When I complained said it's the same. [ You don't need to see Jiang Cheng scowling at that to know he is scowling. But alcohol is alcohol and they did come here to get drunk. ] I'm sure you know how to handle your alcohol better than the locals do, anyway. Who would be selling wine by the glass?!

( ah, but xingchen is quite a bit less sure about that. in fact, anyone who has ever finished an alcoholic beverage of any size is likely able to handle their alcohol better than him, though he supposes his unlikeliness to make truly terrible choices might count for something.

in the meantime, his sense of smell is doing xingchen a great disservice right at this moment, so instead of continuing to sit here and hold the tiny little cup, he brings it to his lips and downs it in one swallow. (ah - he understands the size of the vessel now, it's a perfect mouthful.)

his brow flickers under the edge of his bandage, lips pressing together a moment, and he sets the glass lightly on the table. ) It's not the same. ( an assessment, not a complaint. he may never have found himself drunk, but he has sipped enough foisted wine to recognize that this isn't nearly as potent... though that seems a waste, since it neither smells nor tastes any better. )

[ Jiang Cheng takes his time to sniff on the drink before tasting it, all braced to be dismissive of it just because he needs something else to complain about. He is in the mood to be complaining today - mostly, to be complaining about trivialities so he won't have to think about the things that have actually driven him to get drunk in the middle of the day. ]

At least it doesn't smell terrible [ he grumbles before swallowing it, and then promptly grimaces. ] But how is anyone supposed to get drunk on this? Did they water it down? [ Well, never mind that, he did get a whole bottle, so he quickly pours them the next round. ]

I miss home. Proper inns. With proper furniture. Good wine. Good food.

[ His golden core. His sect. His nephew. But no. Only trivialities now. ]

( it is as xingchen thought, the wine here is less potent - but they've already bought it, so it seems they'll be drinking it now regardless of what jiang wanyin thinks of it.

'i miss home,' the man says, and for the first time xingchen considers what it must be like in this place for someone who might actually return. the rest - the inns, the proper furniture, the good wine and food - he can't really speak to that. he has had precious little experience with any of it (save for perhaps more familiar furniture, however modest). ) It's certainly understandable, ( is what he offers instead. ) But until you find your way home, we'll find ways to make do. This can't be the best of the rice wines in this city. ( a hand falls to the couch seat beside where he sits, thoughtful. ) And this couch is rather comfortable. I can make room, if you'd like?

I doubt it's any less insufficient than this armchair [ he grumbles - and yet he still gets up and moves to the couch. At least they can talk at a quieter volume like this, which is always a good thing when they are two monsters trying to pass for local humans. At least the couch turns out not as ridiculously overstuffed, even if he still finds it uncomfortable. It's definitely neither made in mind with someone who wants to kneel or sit cross-legged, so much is for sure. How undignified, to wobble before you are even drunk!

On that thought, he empties his second glass and instantly refills. ] You're right, there must be better places somewhere in this city. I'll have to ask around, though I don't know anyone else from China.

( xingchen shifts down to one end of the couch as jiang wanyin stands, making plenty of room for him to sit. seeing as no further complaint seems to come, the couch has been deemed acceptable - and that's the sound of one more drink pouring, which means jiang-xiong has downed his second and xingchen is apparently falling behind. is that how this works? they drink at an equal pace? or are they to drink at their own pace?

either way, he's leaning forward now to reach back to where he set his tiny glass, finding it conveniently full again. he drinks it with little fanfare, setting the glass back down on the table again as the faintest trickle of warmth blooms in his chest and stomach. ) Nor do I, ( he says, ) but the woman named Maya mentioned that there are a number of people in this place who share aspects of our culture despite knowing nothing of China within their worlds. With luck, rice wine might be one such aspect.

With luck, yes. [ He drinks the next shot slower, actually taking the time to pay attention to the taste instead of only to the disappointingly mild burn of the liquor. He grimaces slightly once the glass is empty. ] It tastes watery, doesn't it?

[ For a moment he wonders about the bartender and the argument he had gotten into with him, which eventually had the man go to the back and fetch a new bottle since he didn’t want to take the half-empty one offered to him. And that had been after the argument in which he had insisted that they must have a Chinese brand, certainly. He wouldn’t have dared...? No. Certainly not. ]

There is that girl we both spoke to. The one with the atrocious geography knowledge. I haven't met anyone with Chinese roots yet, only Japanese and Korean people. But if these are here there must be other Chinese, too.

( it does taste a bit watery, yes, but xingchen isn't complaining about the potency of the alcohol he has been gifted. he will, however, offer: )

If you don't like it, I can try to get us something better?

( not that he's any good at identifying 'better', but he can't possibly have worse luck than jiang wanyin did. for now, the conversation regarding others from china takes a backseat. )

[ No, he doesn't like it, but he did pay for the bottle so he would be determined to empty it before getting anything else. Only... they did leave the conversation on the topic of other Chinese monsters and there is one he does know about and hasn't mentioned yet. Isn't too keen on mentioning, though he knows he must. ]

Go ahead and try your luck [ he offers thus, though it comes with a little disdainful scoff. ] Don't expect much, the bartender is extremely rude!

[ That will at least give him some time to figure out how to tell him about Wei Wuxian's presence without letting on that his presence is one of the things that drove him to drink in the first place. ]

( and so xingchen rises smoothly to his feet, a hand reaching out to pat lightly at jiang wanyin's shoulder (a comfort for having received such terrible rudeness, perhaps) as he steps by and heads for the bar.

though xingchen's voice is, by nature, quiet and difficult to eavesdrop into, the man left behind on the couch will at least be able to see his friendly body language as he politely solicits the bartender's attention. the bartender does indeed recall the rude man demanding chinese wine, as indicated by a glance jiang wanyin's way that xingchen doesn't catch. but then the bartender says something and xingchen offers a warm and appreciative smile.

the conversation continues for a minute from there, a minute in which the bartender makes first one drink and then another as they chat cordially. and then xingchen thanks the man and returns to their corner table, setting a tall glass full of a darker drink in front of jiang wanyin, while his own is (little does he realize) a vivid blue. )

This should be quite a bit stronger, at least. It's called a 'Long Island Iced Tea', though I'm assured that there's no actual tea in the mixture. ( there are, however, four different forms of strong alcohol with a couple of other ingredients for flavor.

xingchen's own drink, he's been told, is essentially the same thing but with fruity flavors instead of darker ones. he has yet to try it, though, waiting for jiang wanyin's verdict first. )

[ Jiang Cheng pouts a little at the shoulder pat, feeling the tiniest bit condescended by it. On the whole, though, he is happy enough to watch Xingchen talk to the bartender, then quietly pouts some more since that conversation is going so much better than his own was. He gives the bottle of sake a sour look and pours himself another glass to keep himself entertained while he waits.

He has actually had two shots by the time Xingchen returns. ]

Finally! [ It's just a good-natured grumble, followed up by another grumble when he inspects his new drink out of suspiciously narrowed eyes. ]

I would believe you there is no tea in it [ he agrees after taking a cautious sniff, mellowing already towards the drink. ] It smells very strong, though I don't recognize the liquors used. Yours looks absolutely horrifying, by the way. [ Which is probably why that grisly bartender sold it to Xiao Xingchen - abusing a blind man's trust, exactly the villainy you would expect from a barkeeper who sells you wine as strong as water!

Despite all these complaints, he takes a cautious sip and then a larger gulp, followed by another. ] This doesn't taste bad at all. [ Not that he has much interest in food or drink anymore but he can still appreciate the components of taste and flavor, even if the joy he finds in them nowadays is mostly in the memory of them bringing joy. But he can taste strong liquors and that's what he is here for, after all. ]

Edited 2020-09-21 23:17 (UTC)

( his drink looks 'absolutely horrifying'? xingchen supposes that shouldn't come as a surprise, considering the name of the mixture, but he can't quite picture what that might be. is it black as ink? some sort of odd... viscosity?

he's distracted from that train of thought as jiang wanyin expresses his approval, and for the second time thus far today he presses his lips together to resist a smile that would appear entirely too pleased with himself to be proper. fortunately, he has a beverage with which to mask such a smile, and he's lifting it to take a generous sip now and - )

Oh. ( not a displeased 'oh', just a 'this isn't quite what i was anticipating'. already the mouthful he did drink warms inside his stomach and chest the way the wine valiantly tried to, and the slightest buoyancy carries each breath from his lungs. (it's from the wine finally kicking in, not that he realizes as much.) by way of explanation, he simply offers: ) It's quite strong. ( and then takes another sip. )

Just like mine then. But yours is bright blue and looks like... [ He wrinkles his nose, trying and failing to think of something from home that is such a disturbing shade of blue. ] Like drinking paint. [ He would rather be drinking paint, to be honest. Nah, he is glad with his brown drink. At least that's a reasonable enough color for alcohol, even if it doesn't look terribly appetizing.

He sticks to sipping on his drink, mulling on his thoughts and waiting to feel some kind of buzz. There is still nothing, maybe the wine was indeed watered down.]

How have you. You know. How have you been dealing with everything?

( bright blue? what sort of fruit (because he can only assume it's because of one of the fruits making a valiant attempt to mask the alcohol) is bright blue? his brow knits in thought, and he takes one more sip with intent to consider which part of the drink tastes blue - but his thoughts on that particular matter are interrupted by jiang wanyin's much more important question.

his smile comes more easily now, lighter, not the warm but restrained curve of lips that years as a daozhang has made habit. ) You're taking this blood feud rather lightly, ( he teases, before more genuinely offering, ) I've been well enough. Growing a bit more accustomed each evening.

[ That earns him an amused snort and while he still doesn't feel even the slightest effect of the alcohol, Jiang Cheng relaxes his posture a little, slumping into the couch cushions with the glass lazily propped up on a thigh. ]

I'm not going to get worked up over every little blood feud [ he retorts dryly, a playful gleam in his eyes. ] I'm afraid you'll have to work yourself up to warranting my wrath.

( xingchen's posture, however, is ever-proper - perhaps even more so as a delightful blur begins to encroach along the edges of his mind. almost like dizziness, and yet uplifting instead of disorienting. )

Mm, well how about the indignity of being outdrank by a former daozhang? Is that feudworthy enough? ( there's an impressive bravado to his voice, but it takes at most two whole seconds before his lips press together to hold back a laugh that escapes as a huff through his nose regardless, and he shakes his head a little. ) I couldn't possibly. I'm almost certain I'd die of it.

( another sip from his drink, which reminds him - ) Jiang-xiong. ( he's quite serious now, 'looking' at the man properly to express as much. ) I want your word that you'll stop me if I begin to embarrass myself. ( it won't be difficult, xingchen's certain his intoxicated self will listen. )

Of course I'm going to stop you! [ He gives a little eyeroll at that, remembering only too late that Xiao Xingchen won't be able to see it, though he figures he can still hear it in his voice. ] Who do you take me for? Do you think I would stand by and watch you make a fool of yourself? [ No, no, he wouldn't do that to him. He wouldn't let someone he respects as much as he respects this man embarrass himself from alcohol. However... Eyes, narrowing, he adds, ] But don't make it too hard on me. I'm planning to get drunk myself, and as far as I know I don't do anything too foolish when I'm drunk but I don't plan to be in any state to be chasing you through the city.

[ No, he plans to be in a state where he isn't capable of thinking or doing much anything. This subpar alcohol is just taking frustratingly long to show any effect at all. ]

( he can absolutely hear the eye-roll in jiang wanyin's tone of voice, don't worry. the latter bit has xingchen's mouth opening slightly in mock offense, though he waits for the man to finish speaking before he says, ) What sort of embarrassment do you take me to be?

( but there's something almost like laughter in his tone, and his lips are already curling to invalidate the pseudo-offense. ) I plan to make my best effort not to burden you with the task, but I'm not entirely sure I'll be able to trust my own judgment. ( perhaps he's being overly cautious, but he wanted to be certain before he allowed himself to drink any more of this. which he does now, closer to a proper-sized drink this time rather than the sips he's been stealing. )

[ Jiang Cheng gives another amused harrumph, this one accompanied by a slight crinkling of his nose. ] Just as long as you don't expect too much of my good judgment once I'm drunk. I'm planning to forget all my worries of the last month for one day, at least.

[ Which, come to think of it, is probably admitting to a lot more than he has been willing to admit to so far, just by confessing that he wants to forget. But that can't be helped now. If only the alcohol would kick in already... He takes several large gulps, impatient to kickstart at least a slight buzz. ]

And I'm not sure what kind of embarrassment you would be. I should be able to handle it as long as you don't try to get naked.

( it may, at first, seem like xingchen didn't quite catch the 'forget all my worries of the last month', or like he at least assumed it was the typical monthly worries here on the ryslig peninsula. perhaps he even thinks nothing of the gulping of jiang wanyin's drink, clearly unsatisfied with the way that he currently feels - something xingchen can't quite imagine, as jiang wanyin has consumed nearly double what he himself as and xingchen already feels distinctly better than he has in quite a while, even rationally knowing that it's purely artificial.

'i should be able to handle it as long as you don't try to get naked.' his brows raise a little, and - ) I think I can safely assure you that won't be an issue. ( based on how he's feeling right at this moment, he thinks he'd be more inclined to bundle up more - to seek out something plush and wrap it around himself.

but! being slightly intoxicated hasn't ruined his memory, and there are more important things to address. he takes one more drink from his beverage, then leans to set it on the table and thoughtlessly pulls his feet up crosslegged just as he would if they were sitting on the floor. it makes it quite a bit easier to swivel slightly to face jiang wanyin, head tilting a bit as he asks. ) Are you so set on forgetting your worries? You could tell me about them, instead. I hear that I'm not entirely awful at listening. ( slightly presumptuous perhaps, but that lapse in courtesy seems to slip right past him. )

[ He chuckles a little in appreciation at Xiao Xingchen's dry reassurance that getting naked won't be an issue, giving him an amused little grin to go with it though he won't be able to see it.

But then Xiao Xingchen returns to his line of questioning, he remembers it very well for someone on his way to being tipsy if not drunk - and how unfair is that, when Jiang Cheng has drunk far more? On that note, he takes another large gulp of his drink. ]

We'll be needing more of that soon, even if it isn't any stronger than the rice wine. [ It should be stronger, it tastes stronger, just does nothing for him yet. Then again, it hasn't been long yet since he got it.

Enough stalling, huh? He fixes his eyes on his friend and sighs heavily. ] I don't know what listening will do here. I have lost control and killed and as if that isn't bad enough, now he is here. [ His voice has turned cool, clipped with these words, his earlier amicable, relaxed tone of voice vanished. ] The Yiling Patriarch.

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