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[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?

[chemtech]

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!

[chemtech]

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.

[chemtech]

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.]

[chemtech]

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.

[allbedestroyed]

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.]

[chemtech]

[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.

[chemtech]

…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?

[chemtech]

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.]

[allbedestroyed]

[He finishes his drink, asks for a second, and then props his chin up with a hand while he watches. He even taps the counter for added effect.]

Don't push yourself if you can't do it. Not everyone can handle strong liquor.

[chemtech]

I’m not pushing myself. [She gives him a sideways glance, looking utterly unamused. Is he trying to get her riled up? It’s sorta working if true.

And there goes whiskey #2.]

[allbedestroyed]

[He is definitely trying to get her riled up, as evidenced by how difficult it's getting to smother his smile. The new whiskey is downed to try and help. It doesn't.]

Don't worry. I've had to carry plenty of people out of a bar before.

[chemtech]

[If he’s giving any sort of tell? Wendy’s rather oblivious. Sure she said she could handle the booze - which is absolutely true - but she’s tipsy anyway. Really tipsy. It creeps up after a while. Just trying to to ignore his teasing comments and focus on drinking more than him without throwing up all over the bar.

Maybe a glass of water in between - before this little game was called, actually - would’ve been the smartest idea. Oh well.

She lets out a huff before picking up her third whiskey. Annoyed. Whatever. Here it goes.]

[allbedestroyed]

[That stubborn huff only gets him to grin more as he signals for another round. He downs his almost immediately before leaning on his hand as he turns to her again.]

Maybe you should tell me where you're staying. Just in case I have to call you a cab.

[chemtech]

[Excuse him? She makes a face as she downs her whiskey, then sets the empty glass on the bar. Okay wow that’s a bit strong. Not sure why.]

You won’t. Don’t worry about it. [She flippantly waves her hand at him.] I can get home just fine. [Pause.] If you wanted to come to my place you could’ve just asked. [The way she says it - there’s no sarcasm there. Wendy’s utterly casual.

She looks his way, her expression quite unreadable. Possibly bored? Unless that’s just all the alcohol making her eyelids droop.]

[allbedestroyed]

[After this many drinks his poker face isn't as good as it usually is. He looks amused, then confused, and then both as he squints at her as if trying to figure out a crossword puzzle.

It takes him a long minute before he says,] But you're not interested in me like that.

[He's sure. Pretty sure. Hence the bafflement.]