xp_logs | Manuel & Lillian

Manuel and Lillian get drunk. Oddly enough, the pair have a good time but make very little sense between them.

Having purchased three bottles of fine Scotch, Manuel was down three quarters of his own while Lillian seemed to be doing much better with hers. Lounging on the couch, his hand rested lightly around the neck of the bottle, waving his disagreement.

"There is absolutely no way I would surrender myself to such a.... a... " he rolled his hand around in a circle, trying to find the right English word.

Taking another swig from her bottle, the blonde woman turned a small frown on her companion. His invitation to get drunk hadn't been the nightmare she imagined it to be so far - of course, she wasn't quite far enough into her scotch to be considered 'drunk' just yet. 'Comfortably tipsy' was a much better label. "Whadda you mean? Surrender to what?" Lil asked in genuine confusion. "I don't surrender to anything!"

"Who do you think you are talking to Lillian?" Manuel asked, despite whatever her emotions were telling him, he did not believe them. Clearly he was farther off than she was.

The Canadian continued to scowl. "To you. And I dunno what you're talking about." He wasn't beating her much in scotch consumed but her body mass kept her head clearer than the empath's. Somewhat. "I don't surrender. I fight. I'm fucking Diamond Lil and I don't surrender to anyone or anything." Lil gave a nod of her head and took another swig for emphasis.

"Now I am drinking with She-Ra and do not ever tell anyone I made that reference." Obviously his sister had found a series she really liked, one that he didn't, but then, were there any shows that he really enjoyed?

Her frown turned into a bright and amused smile before Lil let out a delighted cackle. "She-Ra? I like it," the blonde declared with another sip straight from the bottle. "Haven't tried that costume before."

Manuel made a face. "Oh please do not. Do not go there with that. You are not allowed to. I forbid it."

"What? It's just for fun. And anything's better than that fucking gold bikini." Her nose wrinkled with distaste at the memory and she threw back more scotch to force it away.

"That cannot be so bad, you in a.. no. wait. Yes that is tragic." He tried to wipe the mental image from his head. "A shame you did not manifest as a telepath. You could have been much more scary."

"Hey!" she defended, pointing a figure at him. "I looked damn hot in that costume. Fucking thing was just fucking uncomfortable," Lil grumbled, settling back into her seat where she cuddled the bottle to her chest possessively. "How could I be more scary if I was a telepath instead of being indestructible? I wanna be She-Ra now. I wanna flying horse! Or was it the sword that flew? Oh what the fuck ever. If I'm gonna get different powers, gonna be flying so then I don't gotta take anymore fucking planes."

"IF you ever get a flying horse, then you surpass the geek in Doug. And that, I cannot forgive. I can usually overlook your... impulses many times over but I will not tolerate a flying horse."

"I still think a flying horse would be fun," came the grumpy reply before another swallow of alcohol disappeared down her throat. "And my impulses aren't bad. They're just mine and just 'cause they'd different than yours doesn't mean they're wrong or bad. There are people who like my impulses the way they are."

"I like you... no. Correction. I enjoy you," he laughed, dragging a hand over his bottle and thumbing the lip affectionately. "I enjoy our banter. You and I have a special relation.. ship," he said, rolling his hand over in a gesture. "In a way. Correct me if I am wrong, but do not because I do not really care, but you need me." He laughed at the absurdity of that and he almost dropped his bottle because of it.

"You're always trying to change me," she pointed out. "And I don't need anyone. 'Specially not another man." Lifting her drink for another sip, Lil found it empty and pouted into the bottle. "Gimme the other one," she told him, arm outstretched for it. "If our relationship's so special, you'll lemme drink it."

"Why is it," Manuel started. "That you do not need another man when clearly I have no interest in you?" He offered the bottle but snatched it away when she reached for it. "And to be quite frank, if you cannot tell by my emotional shit that go through with you, I..." he stopped and rolled his eyes. ".. had somewhere I was going with that, however, lucky for you, I have forgotten. And you are not getting this bottle unless you pry it from my cold, dead hands."

"Don't want yours. Want the third bottle," Lil said, rolling her own eyes as she pointed to the one that had yet to be open. "Easier than killing you. And less bloody though I should do it just to put you outta my misery. Wait... no, I think that's right." Her brow furrowed slightly as she went over the phrase in her head then shrugged one shoulder. "Doesn't matter. You're too scrawny for me anyway."

Manuel picked up the bottle, waving it at her distractedly like she was a pet. "You need to come get it, if you want it." Could there have been a stupider Empath? Possibly not.

Green eyes narrowed and the Amazon put her empty down before unfolding herself out of the chair. "Dangerous games you play," she teased back, stalking towards him with one hand out stretched. "Hand it over and I'll go easy on you."

"Try," Manuel purred, cocking a brow and tucked the bottle into the couch beneath him. Sober, he would have never tempted this fate.

An impish smirk crossed her lips and her own brow quirked before 160lbs of blonde pounced.