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[cicatrize]

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[cupio]

So if it decides to predict the future, do I agree? Like what if it tells me that jumping from something super tall is a good idea? Or piercings. What if it tells me to get piercings?

[ He takes her drink and she lets him, the little furrow growing between her brows. ] What are you doing?

[cicatrize]

Piercings seem a little less of a concern than jumping off something super tall. [ gurl pls/ And now, follow him over to the drink table, he has magic to do. ] Depending on where, at least.

[ The piercing, not the super tall thing. Once he gets to the table, Jack's taking a longer sip from her drink, to take the alcohol level down some, so he can have room to mix in some other stuff. Also, get a taste for what's actually in it. ] Making a light weight drink for you.

[cupio]

They'd both end the same way. My mom would kill me. [ She watches him with interest, fidgeting beside him for want of anything better to do. ]

I'm not a light weight. Me and Simon drank a whole bottle and I totally managed to get back to my rover. [ Well, mostly. ]

[cicatrize]

Not if you hide the piercing. [ He's jussayin. He's done a ton of things his parents would kill him for, but what they don't know, they can't fly into an outrage over. He snorts, digging through the various bottles and mixers on the table. ]

Whole bottle of what, wine cooler? [ because he doesn't imagine her drinking a bottle of hard liquor if she can barely handle one sip. ]

[cupio]

I could do my bellybutton. [ She sounds so doubtful. ]

Uh, rum? [ Come on Jack, all drinks are fucking disgusting and she knows that. ] It was gross. Like I thought my insides were going to be burnt on the inside by the time we'd finished it. [ And they had a whole conversation about making space moonshine ... ]