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Log: Clarice & Bishop [backdated to June 6]
It's Clarice's birth and she is very drunk, which makes this the best 21st b'day ever. Even Bishop came to celebrate!
It had been an excellent party by pretty much anyone's standards, Clarice thought, though her thoughts weren't quite that clear or cohesive. Mostly, she was smiling like an idiot and clutching her drink. She'd moved passed delightfully happy through tipsy to stinking drunk and was well on her way to pickling her liver if she wasn't careful. This was her last one though, whether she liked it or not. Last call had come and gone and there was no more alcohol to be served tonight. Not at Silver anyways. Taking a sip she realized, there was nothing left in her glass and she glared at it, annoyed. Where had her alcohol gone!? Groaning, she tossed it away, uncaring where it landed.
"When you're throwing glasses I think you've gone far past responsible drinking." Not that she was supposed to be responsible on this birthday, Bishop thought. His tumbler still had a significant amount left and he didn't usually seem worse for wear when it came to drinking. "Maybe you should get some water or coffee for the sake of the person driving you home."
Blinking owlishly at Bishop, she was surprised he had come to her party. Surprised, but not at all upset. He was a little strange, but not bad at all. "I'm fine," she reassured him, "Nothing to it!" she smiled brightly, as if that might sober her up. It didn't.
"Can't get sober through force of will. It's mutations or coffee and I don't think you have the mutation for it." Bishop never honestly cared for the term mutant but it was the common term. It just had connotations of undesirable irregularity. "Have a seat and I'll buy this one."
"Yeah, I know," Clarice stood up and did a decidedly off balance twirl, "I'm not that drunk, Bish. Just a little," she held two fingers very close together, "anyways, I'm not driving and I'm 21! It's all good!" She was flattered by the offer though.
Bishop nodded, deferring to her decision. "You got it." If she ended up getting sick or having to be carried in then at least he tried to do something ahead of time. Doing stupid things was part of growing up, though. He wasn't going to try to force anyone to act one way or another; just suggest occasionally.
Huffing, she leaned on the table, "You need to have more fun Bish. I'm telling you. Relax. Live a little. Or at least, you know, be less mature," she smiled and climbed into his lap to rub his head. "No one likes a party pooper!"
Usually Bishop would have tossed her off his lap first thing, however she was drunk, the birthday girl, and rubbing his head. Despite that, his expression was only one of someone enduring a situation. "I'm far too big and scary to care if people like me. It destroys the image." That wasn't exactly the truth but it was close. With his job he had to cultivate some respect through fear, just not so much it would become a liability.
"Everyone wants to be liked, Bish," she said seriously, before half climbing, half falling off his lap. "I mean, I can be big an scary too when I want to be! You're not always badass!" she giggled, amusing herself.
"If you say so." Bishop didn't argue with people while they were drunk. Losing their sense of reason was first thing, that's why people drank to begin with. "I don't think you can be big; not sure about scary. I think everyone probably has their moments."
"I'm big enough," Clarice informed him, "and when I cut you in half that's scary...though I've never done that. Just someone's hand once. He pissed me off, but I gave it back to him so it could be reattached," she didn't know if it had been though. Stupid ninjas. "Anyways, didn't you get the memo? Mutants are scary!" though it was hard to believe when Clarice did a little twirl to punctuate her words.
"Not to me so much." Clarice had powers that would probably effect Bishop but the majority of the scary mutants he was immune to. The only difficulty was trying to judge who would effect him and who wouldn't without having to learn through experience.
"Thhtt," Clarice blew him a raspberry then sat down with her head on Bishop's shoulder and yawned. "You're not so scary either, you know," she was suddenly really tired, but was fighting it. "You're like a big teddy bear."
"I let people think that so that they'll feel more secure than they should and let their guard down." Bishop said it with a smile and a laugh. He enjoyed the irony of being able to say the truth in a way where a person would never take it seriously.
"Oh...kay," Clarice closed her eyes, asleep and as drunk as a skunk. If she'd been thinking about it, or thinking at all, she would have realized that it is the exact opposite of what she did, making herself look less scary so people would underestimate her.
With a sigh, Bishop scooped up the sleeping woman. The bar would certainly be ready to ask her to leave any second now and he didn't know if she had another ride planned. It was best to just be nice and take her back to the mansion. Though he was afraid of what she might do to his car.
It had been an excellent party by pretty much anyone's standards, Clarice thought, though her thoughts weren't quite that clear or cohesive. Mostly, she was smiling like an idiot and clutching her drink. She'd moved passed delightfully happy through tipsy to stinking drunk and was well on her way to pickling her liver if she wasn't careful. This was her last one though, whether she liked it or not. Last call had come and gone and there was no more alcohol to be served tonight. Not at Silver anyways. Taking a sip she realized, there was nothing left in her glass and she glared at it, annoyed. Where had her alcohol gone!? Groaning, she tossed it away, uncaring where it landed.
"When you're throwing glasses I think you've gone far past responsible drinking." Not that she was supposed to be responsible on this birthday, Bishop thought. His tumbler still had a significant amount left and he didn't usually seem worse for wear when it came to drinking. "Maybe you should get some water or coffee for the sake of the person driving you home."
Blinking owlishly at Bishop, she was surprised he had come to her party. Surprised, but not at all upset. He was a little strange, but not bad at all. "I'm fine," she reassured him, "Nothing to it!" she smiled brightly, as if that might sober her up. It didn't.
"Can't get sober through force of will. It's mutations or coffee and I don't think you have the mutation for it." Bishop never honestly cared for the term mutant but it was the common term. It just had connotations of undesirable irregularity. "Have a seat and I'll buy this one."
"Yeah, I know," Clarice stood up and did a decidedly off balance twirl, "I'm not that drunk, Bish. Just a little," she held two fingers very close together, "anyways, I'm not driving and I'm 21! It's all good!" She was flattered by the offer though.
Bishop nodded, deferring to her decision. "You got it." If she ended up getting sick or having to be carried in then at least he tried to do something ahead of time. Doing stupid things was part of growing up, though. He wasn't going to try to force anyone to act one way or another; just suggest occasionally.
Huffing, she leaned on the table, "You need to have more fun Bish. I'm telling you. Relax. Live a little. Or at least, you know, be less mature," she smiled and climbed into his lap to rub his head. "No one likes a party pooper!"
Usually Bishop would have tossed her off his lap first thing, however she was drunk, the birthday girl, and rubbing his head. Despite that, his expression was only one of someone enduring a situation. "I'm far too big and scary to care if people like me. It destroys the image." That wasn't exactly the truth but it was close. With his job he had to cultivate some respect through fear, just not so much it would become a liability.
"Everyone wants to be liked, Bish," she said seriously, before half climbing, half falling off his lap. "I mean, I can be big an scary too when I want to be! You're not always badass!" she giggled, amusing herself.
"If you say so." Bishop didn't argue with people while they were drunk. Losing their sense of reason was first thing, that's why people drank to begin with. "I don't think you can be big; not sure about scary. I think everyone probably has their moments."
"I'm big enough," Clarice informed him, "and when I cut you in half that's scary...though I've never done that. Just someone's hand once. He pissed me off, but I gave it back to him so it could be reattached," she didn't know if it had been though. Stupid ninjas. "Anyways, didn't you get the memo? Mutants are scary!" though it was hard to believe when Clarice did a little twirl to punctuate her words.
"Not to me so much." Clarice had powers that would probably effect Bishop but the majority of the scary mutants he was immune to. The only difficulty was trying to judge who would effect him and who wouldn't without having to learn through experience.
"Thhtt," Clarice blew him a raspberry then sat down with her head on Bishop's shoulder and yawned. "You're not so scary either, you know," she was suddenly really tired, but was fighting it. "You're like a big teddy bear."
"I let people think that so that they'll feel more secure than they should and let their guard down." Bishop said it with a smile and a laugh. He enjoyed the irony of being able to say the truth in a way where a person would never take it seriously.
"Oh...kay," Clarice closed her eyes, asleep and as drunk as a skunk. If she'd been thinking about it, or thinking at all, she would have realized that it is the exact opposite of what she did, making herself look less scary so people would underestimate her.
With a sigh, Bishop scooped up the sleeping woman. The bar would certainly be ready to ask her to leave any second now and he didn't know if she had another ride planned. It was best to just be nice and take her back to the mansion. Though he was afraid of what she might do to his car.