Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

"Hate fireball," Sparkle was muttering as he opened the front door to the clothing shop. "Fuck whiskey," he added as he slipped behind the counter and decided to just rest his face on the top of it for the remainder of the day.

He'd be there to help people if they needed, but in the meantime, hangover fun! Yaaay!

[OOC: Open for the slooowest of SP, since I'm DMing a family one-shot today, pray for me.]

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[spectre_alenko]

"You're not making me," Kaidan pointed out, "I offered. Buddy, you need to sit there and drink your water for a bit and let the Advil kick in. I got this."

[myownface]

And Sparkle's answer to that was... utterly incoherent! But it sounded like it might be acknowledgment, at least.

[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan pressed a reassuring hand to his shoulder on the way past. He went up to the small apartment and cooked up the KD and made it properly, with more butter than the recipe called for. He also collected another large cup of water and brought both back down when it was ready.

The fork clanked on the plate when he set it down near Sparkle.

[myownface]

Sparkle looked up at that clank, reaching for the water first- his first glass was gone. He was being good.

"Thanks," he muttered, and hey, some of the colour was even back in his cheeks, now. That Advil was helping. "You're a hero, dammit. And I'm never allowed to be drunk and bored again, okay?"

[spectre_alenko]

"Not bored enough to try out-drinking Jack, that's for damned sure," Kaidan agreed, "Sparkle, she doesn't get hungover."

[myownface]

"Wasn't a contest," Sparkle muttered, a little sulkily as he reached for the fork and stabbed at a few noodles. "I know she doesn't. I was pouring her whiskey shots when she was ten fucking centimeters tall like some kind of tiny dangerous substances disposal unit."

[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan's eyebrows rose in amusement. "I mean, you're not wrong. She kind of is. Maybe mix your Fireball up, go wild, have a Coke or something in between.."

[myownface]

Sparkle managed to make a very impressive whining sound around a mouthful of Kraft Dinner, there.

"She even brought mixers," he muttered after he swallowed. "I'm just a dumbass."

[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan blinked. "She did? That's a switch. Sorry, Sparkle - I have to agree that you were a dumbass. At least it's fixable dumbassery, right?"

He paused. "You do remember the entire night, right? No black spots?"

[myownface]

"No black spots," Sparkle promised. "I haven't drank myself to black spots since," Hannibal kidnapped him to Toronto that one time, "... like... a year or two ago? Usually that's, like, trauma-reaction bullshit, none of that here."

[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan's immediate reply was a wry, self-mocking smile. "Yeah. Been there. It's why I'm not drinking right now. Epic blackout fuckup. So, I mean, at least you're good there. We'll pour more water and starch and painkillers into you until you feel less like roadkill."

[myownface]

"Thaaank you," Sparkle murmured, stabbing some more macaroni on his fork. "God, self-control is a tricky sonofabitch."

It was a work in progress.