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Varker isn't about to tease her about being a little taken aback by his expensive collection. He might have good taste, and the money to get what he wanted but even if he could be out of touch at times, it isn't like he grew up rich, more middle class and thankful of the full ride scholarships.

"You think I could do something like this by myself?" Because that isn't what he'd been expecting, and if he's honest, he's a little wary of it himself, but he cannot complain about an endless bottle of whiskey, weird as it is to be using magic. Science could never fill the gaps here, creating a perfect replica from what he assumes is some kind of energy exchange.

He did have a good collection, that was for sure. And Sokie, while she could save and invest money, did not have the spare income, or thought to spare it, for a collection of fine liquor. Maybe that would change, when she was graduated and had the disposable income. She did have so much time on her times on her hands, after all.

"What, formula based magic? Sure. It depends on what you want to learn. I've taught all sorts of people on board."

She looked at him, curious. Even as she was distracted, she continued. "Because this is...basically taking from the environment, and fulfilling your command, so to speak. I've got books you can study."

Varker considers the offer, pulling the Macallan towards him, but he doesn't drink straight from the bottle with this one, He'll walk around the desk and pour himself a glass, pushing it toward Sokie again once he's finished in offering for her to try some.

"I...don't know." Is his honest answer as he takes a slow sip from his glass, his expression shifting from delight to something more serious, "My mind has been...fragile lately. But I'll consider it. Leave a book with me later, I'll make a more informed decision then?"

Sokie just gave Varker a grateful look, before taking the glass. She didn't drink it right away. Instead, she gently swirled it, before bending her head to take in its scent.

Oh. Wow. That made everything she had before smell like rotgut. (To be fair, there was very little drinking the past few years, because some of what was around was, in fact, rotgut).

"Absolutely. If you don't feel up to it, there's no pressure at all." She was surprisingly earnest. "I'll bring over an introductory book."

But...she did have some thoughts. Strange thoughts perhaps but also...well.

"I think you may be one of the folks that, given enough time and practice, may be able to master this kind of magic. Enough at least to learn how to do the shortened version and do it on the fly, if you have a very good understanding of chemistry."

The 'if', and the constant drinking he's been doing all day has him sniffing in a half laugh, "honey, I was tutoring my professors before I was in grad school. If chemistry is a requirement, I have the credentials."

That didn't mean he would feel comfortable actually doing magic, but learning anything might take his mind off how he's been feeling. Drown the depression in work and alcohol had been his life since Mackenzie had died. Why stop now?

"It's based on chemistry and alchemy. So, yes. I think you have an edge."

She finally took a sip of her drink, and felt herself melt a little, her face feeling warm. Oh, that was lovely.

She needed to figure out how to get a replica later for herself. It was so good.

"But it's no good if you're not comfortable in learning- or if you want to focus on other things." She smiled up at him, feeling mellow and relaxed from the liquor hitting her. "Because I ain't doing shit for someone who doesn't want it. I overrode you once. Not again."

"Im capable of setting boundaries when I havent been beaten practically to death." He returns primly, a slow smile spreading when she takes a sip, nodding in approval. This is the good shit, Sokie. Its meant to be appreciated.

"Have fun getting me to do anything I don't want to. You had your one chance, and I'd be surprised if it came again so soon."

"Oh, I'm absolutely sure you are, dearest." She kept the glass by her nose, enjoying the smell. This was a treasure and she was going to enjoy every single sip.

"I'm sure I could take you places you don't want to go. By like. Picking you up. But then you'd unleash the sass, and I'd perish. Wilt even. Overdosing on sass and crass."

There's another snort, tipping his glass back and sucking in a deep breath, leaning back in his chair. It takes a lot of alcohol to get him here, but hes definitely more relaxed now, pleasant even as he levels out on a nice buzz.

He might try and maintain this the rest of the evening before bed and see about finding that Aerith girl or banging on Norton's door in the morning to borrow his shower, even if his choice in shampoo is abhorrent.

"I would scream if you picked me up, truly. Thats completely undignified, and I might be sassy, but I'm am not crass. Can't say anything about you though, if you bring that energy into the room instead." He waves a hand her way, though stops as he finally notices one of his nails had broken shorter than the others with the daily excitement.

"God. Im going to look like I dont give a shit about myself the longer im on this fucking boat, aren't I?"

It is a nice buzz. She feels warm and relaxed, and less stuck in her head since post breach. But, she couldn't do it every night. She was too well watched, and some people knew she was, in fact, capable of spiraling given the chance.

(At least Aerith, unknown to Sokie, would be very nice about lending her shower and bath for Varker to clean up in, if he so wanted).

"You and anyone else I pick up." She giggled, shaking her head. "I can be crass as the best of them, but am, surprisingly, capable of putting it away for a time to sound completely intellectual and capable."

How she said that with a straight face, mostly had to do with the fact she was enjoying smelling some real good stuff.

"Darling, you dress far nicer then some of us. Personally, I raid my roommate's wardrobe most of the time, and my hair is basically untamable. It can't decide what it wants to be."

She waved a hand. "I mean. If you suggest going all spa and such? Some people would be like. Totally interested."

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