A tree and Irish coffee

"It doesn't really matter. They're doing it and we have to survive." He said, mildly depressed as he finished the last of his drink and then poured more without the coke. It could be seen as him following suit to make for more of an interesting night. Now following with her pace he said, "I don't plan to keep up with you I'm just trying to get really fucked up." He was unsure how else to put it since that particularly what he said, "Whatever happens, happens." He said, in regards to where the night will happen. He was unsure how he could take it but he was sure he would end up doing something stupid due to the alcohol.

"You're an attractive lady." He said, seemingly coming onto her. This wasn't the point but this was a needed statement in order for her to follow along his thought process. "It's much easier for you to distract people than it would be me." He said, clarifying that he was going in a different direction than his last sentence implied. "I can manipulate liquid." He said, furthering his point hoping that the dots would connect by themselves. As long as she knew the place to go then they would be able to swindle the man out of some booze and while they had the money for it this would probably be loads more fun.

As she joked about earning the liquor through the actions they committed he could understand the mentality, even if it was a joke and how by constantly risking their lives that they would have earned such pleasantries at the cost of their most likely short lives. They were in the business of winning a war and those with power were the only ones able to stand opposition to the Amarans. As she raised her eyebrows she was apparently mildly surprised at the original comment which meant that he would at least have faired well if he did try to hit on her. It wasn't something intended but it was nice to know considering he hadn't actually been with a woman in a decent while. It was a dry spell but it's kind of hard when you're more focused on not dying.

He would play this to his strengths as the two would end up going to the liquor store. Despite having pulled the beanie out of nowhere it seemed to fit her. It was probably a go to disguise for moments like this. Before entering the store that she would lead them to he would whisper in his ear and say, "Follow my lead." As he would grab her by the waist and enter the store he would act more drunk than he actually was and say, "Eyy!!! Get this lady anything she wants! Itsa very speshal dayyaknow." Leaning on her a bit too heavily as part of this act and he would then move into her ear and preemptively say, "Sorry." Getting off of her he would say, "I shall return!" With his arms in the air. "Just get her situated. I'mma try to bum a cig off someone." As he would turn he gave her butt a lovetap and said, "Save some of that for me." with his words slurring. Hopefully, the apologies were good enough. Exiting the door and leaving it open to show he'd be right back he talked to a couple people outdoors in order to seem distracted. As he ended up coaxing them of a cigarette he would keep it out of the man's sight. Hopefully, Oriel was doing what she needed to and he would begin sneaking out a conga line of bottles.

As the bottles reached around the corner and out of sight he pretended to put out the cigarette and then jammed it in his pocket not caring if it broke or not. It was a little more strength than needed but he blamed it on the alcohol. As the two would end up walking to the hotel the bottles following very subtly within the darkness he would wait until they were distant enough to say, "What drunk guy doesn't want to get laid?" Explaining why he did it, "If we're playing parts we gotta sell them." He shrugged, justifying what he did. "I am sorry though. I don't mean to be rude." He was sincere, however he wouldn't hold it on his conscious. He had done worse things to more innocent people, even if unintentional. As they would bring the bottles to the hotel and finally his room he would have them floating above them both in a circle and think of what to do with them. "Got any ideas on making this interesting?" He would ask, hoping that she knew some interesting games that their powers could help with. It would be much more interesting that way than if they were to just play the normal games.

Smashing all the bottles together he would collect the glass within them and then drop them into the trash bin or whatever by the side. The fluids would all merge together and be concocted into one giant ball before separating into two spheres of similar size. "You ready?" He said, waiting for her go. When she gave the okay they water would be on both of their heads and they would have to drink it all or else the other would be deemed the winner. There wasn't a particular consequence but all this was in good fun.

Neptune didn't care about winning in competition but he did want to be funny about this so he used his waterbending to make it much easier to indulge all of the alcohol having finished much more quickly than she did and said, "Yeah, I've been waiting." He said, all calm, cool and collected before trying to stand up and then falling on top of her potentially knocking her over as he would end up rolling off to the side and then say, "Hey, floor. How'd you get up here?"

"Oh. I'm sorry. I do that." He said, apologizing to not being able to control his powers properly. At least this was his assumption as she tricked him. He knew this was a trick but was too drunk to do anything but play along with it. Activating Newton's Blessing, which allowed him to change how gravity effected him he fell to the ceiling as if that was the center of the Earth pulling him down and hit it with a thud. He then said, "Here I am!" In an overly excited way as if this was natural.

"What happens in upside down world stays in upside down world." He said, putting his finger over his mouth and looking down at the floor. They mustn't know, they must never know. The deadly glare was only given for a brief moment before he turned to her while still laying on the ceiling and say, "Do whatever you want. I don't think I can move." Despite this he acted giddy about the whole situation and enjoyed being so drunk he couldn't move properly.

Rolling over until he too was on top of the couch he would drop on top of it. "No, you don't don't!" He said, dropping down at a high velocity. Crashing directly into it he said, "Mission accomplished." As he turned to face the female on the couch with a smile that showed their success in battling the forces of the normal world. "This is a lot comfier than I remember." He said, laying next to the girl unable to move and growing more tired because of the jet lag. He was probably just going to talk from now on.

"Taco hands down. It has that armor and shit." He said, immediately. He was more about having a better defense opposed to having a better offense despite what his natural inclination towards physical prowess was. The tacos also, if broke, could stab into the flesh of the sandwich. No competition.

"Pineapples for hands." He said, yet again off top. "My magic allows me to function in society without ever having to move my body. Eating the same things for the rest of your life would be torture." He explained, had it not been for his magic he wouldn't went with eating pineapples solely because going on the internet, writing and wiping his ass were things that happened often.

"Eating only one food for the rest of my life is probably one of the cruelest forms of torture." He said, explaining his views on any of those answers. He clearly, would rather get the hotdog costume for 6 days of the week. As he rested on the couch his eyelids felt heavy as his blinking lasted much longer than the normal expectancy. Eventually, he would doze off.

Having not noticed the silence Neptune was now accompanied by the landscapes and entities that his mind perceived. Revisiting the thoughts of earlier today he relived the moments beneath his closed eyes as it took a turn for the worst as the Amaran began to kill all the people as he and Oriel failed. His dream changing instantly his mind perceived it as if it was part of the same dream as minds do; attempting to make connections when there aren't.

He revisited the collapse of Hawaii and as he awoke the water shot up all the water in the room was in the air swirling like miniwhirpools. Sitting up and looking Oriel dazed he didn't realize he was staring at her as the water increased in intensity as he gripped the sofa with full force. The fluids started to slow down, however, they were still there as he somewhat came into grips with the fact that he woke up. "Oh," he said, looking away sheepishly. He was unsure how this would be taken. "Goodmorning." The fluids danced to their origin point.