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I gave Anya back to her owner.

So you won't be able to borrow her anymore.

I didn't realize he'd come back.

[ Damn. Cuddling with a dog was a hell of a lot easier, and a lot less weird request-wise, than trying to find another human being to cuddle with. And it actually helped a little. ]

He's been back a while.

I just--

[Didn't want to give her back.]

He lost an arm. I--

--figured Anya could help him more than me, I guess.

Still feel like I'm gonna be labeled a chump.

[ She types in a few different responses (ranging from "I'm sorry, I had no idea" to "That really fucking sucks") but nothing feels right, so she just deletes them all. So instead, she'll focus on the last part of that message. ]

Why would you be labeled a chump? You took care of his dog. That's not something a chump would do.

Because he treats people like shit, he treats me like crap, sometimes...

...and I'm rewarding him with the dog.

It's not really rewarding him if it's HIS DOG, though. Unless he gave the dog to you and you're giving him back.

Either way, next time he's a dick to you, just tell him to fuck off.

Well he left. And he can be a real asshole.

I just--I took care of that dog for months. I raised her.

So once he's made a fully recovery - assuming he hasn't already - demand shared custody. Or just take her back.

[ "Full recovery" meaning as fully recovered as he can be. She hasn't asked for details about all of that and won't pry, but if he wants to talk about it, she'll listen. ]

Or are you asking me, in a very round about way, to dognap her for you eventually?

[ She knows he's not but she can't resist giving him a bit of a hard time, especially if it might help him cheer up a bit. ]

No just--

--just venting, really. I liked that dog.

Bummer. I could've gone for a little excitement like that.

[ Is she teasing, or--? ]

You want to get a drink instead of just texting? Venting's better in person.

Yeah. A drink could be good.

And if you dont tell anyone, I could use a hug too.

Your secret's safe with me, Alex. Promise.

[ She considered teasing him about it but figures now's not really the time. ]

Where are we meeting?

Uh--I don't know.

That stupid bar that Justin ran? I can't remember the name.

Me neither, but I know where it's at. Meet you there in fifteen?

ooc: want to handwave, action or log?

Yeah that works.

See you there.

[ And, just as she promised, October's at the bar about fifteen minutes later. She's already sitting there with a bottle of something clear and a couple glasses, one empty and the other holding about a half a swig in it. ]

Hey.

[Alex comes in a few minutes later, looking tired, and a bit awkward, as usual, but hey, there is a smile on his lips. He moves to sit next to her, and takes the bottle to pour himself a drink.]

Hey. [ One elbow on the edge of the bar, October glances over in Alex's direction, first watching him pour his drink before she glances towards his face. He looks about as tired as she still feels these days, despite the few good nights of sleep. She really needs to talk to Kirk and figure out what those pills her gave her were... ]

I hope you're okay with that, [ she nods towards the bottle. ] I think it's vodka, but who knows up here.

Eh, I'll drink anything.

[Alex smirks a bit, and gives a shrug.]

I'd worry about becoming an alcoholic, but it takes so much to get me really drunk I think I'm safe.

[He takes a sip, and lets out a sigh.]

Most of the stuff is shit anyways.

Oh, so you'll be the one carrying me back to my room, then? Good to know. [ Smiling a little, in hopes of getting one out of him in response, October takes a sip of her drink. She never used to be one to drink straight hard alcohol like this, not unless it was just a shot, but space has changed her in that respect.

She nods to his last comment because even the good stuff up here is awful. ] But it does the trick. For most of us, anyway.

Door to door service, that's what I aim for.

[He chuckles, taking another drink.]

I know. See this is what I do--I go and get everyone drunk.

[ Her smile widens for a moment, though it's more thanks to his chuckle than his comment. ]

As long as you don't just ditch me someplace, I won't hold it against you. [ She lifts her glass to her lips but pauses before taking a drink, gesturing towards him with the glass instead. ] Though it was my idea to come here, so I think it might be my fault this time around.

[Alex smirks, quirking an eyebrow.]

Be nice and I won't.

[He shifts, turning to look at her more.]

No see people try to keep up with me. Which gets them drunk. And me buzzed, maybe.

[ Her eyes narrow into a bit of a glare, but it's more playful than anything. ] I can be plenty nice, thank you.

So we're not going shot for shot, then? Bummer. [ Either way, she's finishing off what she's got in her glass. ] I was aiming for liver failure today. Guess that plan's shot to hell now.

Oh can you?

[He smirks.]

Well, if we go shot for shot, I'll be taking you to the med bay, not home.

Which is really where anyone wants to go. None of the doctors are that hot.

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