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[chemtech]

[An awful lot of silence there, Robert. It doesn’t go unnoticed. She just sorta - glances his way. Then drinks some of her beer.]

…That’s a question. [One she really doesn’t know the answer to. Now it’s her turn to think in silence, her anxiety about the question itself beginning to spike.

They were there from the beginning, back when she was a fresh-faced twenty-year-old intern. Why wouldn’t she trust them? Oh no…]

[allbedestroyed]

[If she gets uneasy every time he goes quiet she's going to end up drinking a lot more beer. Muldoon is not the chattiest of people.]

Maybe think about making a friend who you know has your back.

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[This whole “friend” conversation on its own is enough to make her uncomfortable. If it weren’t obvious enough already. The silence just heightens the anxiety. The four beers aren’t helping either. Maybe she should take a break before #5 is a reality.]

Robert. Are we… friends? Do you think? I’m not trying to avoid what you’re saying - it’s just something I had to ask. Popped into my head.

[allbedestroyed]

[He stops to think about that for about a second. Mostly because he'd never thought it was a question that needed asking.]

I consider you my friend.

[That doesn't always mean the other person feels the same way, after all.]

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I consider you my friend too.

[She’s quick to respond, giving him a resolute nod when she says it. Sometimes it’s tough to just - figure things out. Without asking pertinent questions. So she feels better about being direct and finding out for certain.]

[allbedestroyed]

Good to know.

[It's hard to tell he's amused when he's not particularly emotive, but in this moment, he is. That doesn't mean he wants to push her. She seems to be going through... Something... and he doesn't want to be rude and pry. So for now he's content to sip at his whiskey in her company.]

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Yeah. [She manages a little smile, another nod of her head. Then she’s throwing back the rest of Beer #4 and setting the empty bottle down in front of her.

Hold on - just gonna rummage in her bag real quick. And pull out a big bill. Like - too big to pay for the few beers she just got on his tab.]

In the mood for a few more drinks? [She asks, the cash folder between her fingers.] My treat. Or you can just keep it - I don’t mind.

[allbedestroyed]

[The large bill almost gets him to choke on the drink he has.

After a little coughing, he splutters,] What are you doing with that much money on you?

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What do you mean? [Blink. Oblivious Wendy is oblivious. She puts the bill on the bar top right by his glass, then taps it. That’s for you.]

Emergency cash. This is an emergency. Friendship booze emergency. [And she smiles, laughing until she accidentally snorts. That’s embarrassing as hell. Her hand flies up to cover her mouth and nose.]

[allbedestroyed]

[When she laughs, he does too. Just a little. Awkwardly. Then slides the note back.]

This isn't an emergency. I invited you out. You can buy a round, but not the whole damn bar!

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I’m not buying the whole damn bar. I’m buying drinks for both of us. There’s a difference.

[Her eyes follow the note as he pushes it back towards her. But she doesn’t pick it up or even touch it. This is her being firm about this, okay?

Hold on, need to flag down the bartender for Beer #5.]

[allbedestroyed]

[His brow falls into a frown.]

That's a lot of change you're asking for.

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It’s more than enough to cover what we drink plus leave a decent tip. You’re being so fussy. Just accept my gift already.

[Her beer bottles are swapped out and she takes a sip of the fresh one. No use slowing down now.]

[allbedestroyed]

[Muldoon considers the note, then his companion thoughtfully.]

Just how much are you planning on us drinking?

[Not an accusation. Just genuine curiosity about the night he's about to have.]

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I dunno. [A lazy shrug of her shoulders.] Whatever fits the mood, I suppose? Consider this planning in advance. Just in case.

[A pause, and then she turns to face him.]

If you don’t wanna drink, just tell me. I won’t get mad.

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I'm happy to drink. [He pauses, glass at his lips to mutter not-so-subtly,] As long as you can keep up.

[Then he downs his glass and waves the barman for another.]

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[Wait.]

Sorry - what was that?

[Wendy squints a little. She didn’t hear that last part too well.

Or she thinks she didn’t.]

[allbedestroyed]

[Muldoon stops to Look at her for ruining his coyness.

He will not, however, prevent a challenge from being extended.]

I said: If you can keep up.

[chemtech]

[Yep. Suspicions confirmed.]

I can drink you under the table. Are you sure you wanna play this game?

[allbedestroyed]

[Muldoon scoffs at her confidence.]

Are you sure you're ready to lose?

[chemtech]

[He’s scoffing? So is she. He’s being so cocky - it’s funny.]

Who - me? I’m not a loser. I’m already five in. I can go all night.

[allbedestroyed]

I'm matching you with whiskey. Tell me when you're ready to actually drink.

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…I’m just warming up. [And she makes it her business to chug the rest of her current bottle.

She lets out a small huff once she sets it down. Waits a moment. Then she turns to get the bartender’s attention. Whiskey time.

(She’s more than aware she’s doing this backwards. But beer before liquor doesn’t seem to count as far as her system’s concerned. He just hasn’t witnessed it yet.)]

[allbedestroyed]

[Seeing her get all competitive is pretty amusing, and he's absolutely going to encourage it.

He does a poor job of smothering a grin as he teases,] Do you want me to slow down for you?

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Nope. What gave you that impression?

[She shifts around in her seat, stretching a little as she waits for her first whiskey of the night.]

I can catch up real easy.

[Which she exhibits by making the quickest work possible of the glass as soon as it’s set down in front of her. It’s gone in almost one shot - she has to take a short breather for part two. And then she sets the empty glass down before asking for a second.]