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[Varker is attempting to speak clearly, but there is a definite lisp as he trips over his own teeth.]

You've reached Dr. Varker. As a note, yes I do accept bribes in exchange for good behavior.

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From:

weirdnecro

Oh, hiss from the bottom mouth now. She sighs, and takes a small sip of her drink. Well, this was going down badly.

She wasn't going to say she named her boobs. Tempting to, but he didn't need that sass. Or mention tongue tacos, even if they were delicious.

"I think I could manage them. What do you like in your tacos?"

From:

cameclosest

"Cant go wrong with a street taco. Pick a protein, cilantro, white onion and lime. Maybe some crema if the protein has a kick to it." He finished his second glass, setting it on the desk in front of him, considers another but hes burning through it quickly.

"Or birria tacos...god those are good."

From:

weirdnecro

"You know your tacos. That's not unexpected, but it's still lovely to know. I've met a few people who...don't even know birria tacos exist."

She glanced at the bottle, before glancing up at Varker, before offering a hand.

"If you don't mind me using magic, I can refill your bottle."

From:

cameclosest

"I existed off the taco truck that sat on the edge of campus in college. I think everyone has their favorite spot in the bay. No wrong answers, usually." And now he really wants a birria taco. God dammit.

He follows her gaze to the bottle, back to her and raises an eyebrow, "will it taste the same?"

From:

weirdnecro

"I mean, sometimes? Sober or drunk? I'd just get a big variety of tacos. It's just really nice to have. But I'll look up some recipes, check my memory, see if John and I can come up with some decent birria tacos."

She liked a challenge, and she thought John would enjoy it too.

Though hearing that, she snorted.

"Yes? Otherwise there wouldn't be much point of making more. Same temperature as well. Can't screw up a good thing, especially when I want more."

From:

cameclosest

He might be temperamental, and incredibly frustrated, but there is a smile that crosses his lips, leaning in and resting his chin on his folded hands, "of course its fucking good, that's $1200 whiskey."

He makes a waving gesture towards it, "so if you can make sure it never runs dry, I think maybe we can be friends."

From:

weirdnecro

"Oh shit, no wonder it hits so well."

She gave the bottle a look of respect. Well, now she wanted her own bottle of this back at the cabin. She loved a good whiskey.

"Well sure I can. I can do the refill right now." She squinted at the bottle and- well. At first, nothing seemed to happen, but then the liquid rose, in the same color as before, before she offered it back.

"Try it, so you know I'm not full of it." She advised. "If you want it to work without me, I'll have to do some inscription on the bottles. Or at least have some stuff over paper, sealed onto the bottle for it to work."

All she'd ask was a glass now and then.

From:

cameclosest

"2019 George T. Stagg. I'm allowed to treat myself to a case when they release every year." With this being his office rather than his condo his stash was rather paired down, unfortunately.

He, perhaps a bit gleefully watches as the rich amber liquid rises back to the top, knocking the bottle back to take a taste test straight. "I think I love magic." Says the alcoholic as he sets the bottle down and stands, walking over to the wet bar to grab a different bottle.

The one he produces from inside the cabinet has a bit more of an understated look, less rich, but he sets it in front of her, half empty as it is, "you do that with this one and I'll give you the Stagg. Engrave away."

Because what she has in front of her is a 30 year Macallan scotch thats worth four times as much.

Edited Date: 2025-06-06 05:58 am (UTC)

From:

weirdnecro

"A case."

She said it to confirm, not to question. George T. Stagg didn't release that many bottles per year- no wonder it was so smooth. And so good.

Arthur might explode if he tasted it. Though- seeing the bottle she was offered, her eyes widened. A Macallan.

She just about whimpered. No wonder he was willing to part with the Stagg.

"Not...exactly. I mean- technically? Technically. It is teachable. I uh- sorry, I'm a little-" She cleared her throat, before touching the bottle.

Again, it was not in an instant, but she started to refill it.

"If you have some paper, I can write the formula for you right now." Because she did not want to accidentally crack the bottle in any way.

From:

cameclosest

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.

From:

weirdnecro

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."

From:

cameclosest

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?"

From:

weirdnecro

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."

From:

cameclosest

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?

From:

weirdnecro

"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."

From:

cameclosest

"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."

From:

weirdnecro

"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."

From:

cameclosest

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?"

From:

weirdnecro

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."