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Lucas responded with a laugh. "Damn right it is. The best." Wait, she wasn't-- No way, not after half a drink. Granted it was pretty strong, but even so... Maybe she was just really getting into the movie. It was understandable that she might. It was Rambo, after all. He nursed his drink slowly, enjoying the flavor and blissfully not doing anything else as the movie began to approach its climax.

"Oh yeah? You've had something better then?" Not only was it a challenge, it was also a genuine question. Lucas had become something of a delicious recipes collector after years of happening upon people preparing pastries and drinks in the kitchen. And, while it was difficult to compare a mixed drink against all other drinks and food he had ever had in his life, he was fairly certain That One Drink with the Name was the best-tasting anything.

Or maybe he just felt that way because it was the most recent thing he had tasted. Superlatives were fickle that way.

He noticed with a laugh that Claire had drained her glass. "Jeez, you'd think you were a Magikarp or something. I've still got enough stuff in the fridge for another couple glasses if you want one."

"Unless you can name something specific, it doesn't exist," he said with a joking wag of his finger.

He took a very brief moment to evaluate her. Claire seemed like a level-headed sorted of girl. Honestly he had been surprised that she expressed any interest in drinking at all, and he expected that she was familiar with her own limits and would know for herself when enough was enough. Trusting in this, he collected her glass with a short "be right back, then" and returned to the kitchen area once more. As he began mixing a third drink, he passingly wondered if there was some parallel dimension where he had become a bartender. It wouldn't be a bad job, he speculated.

It was not terribly long before he returned with a fresh glass of the stuff which he promptly delivered into Claire's hands. "There ya go. Don't feel obligated to finish it or anything, though."

She sure was cheerful. Not that she was usually grumpy, but it was still different, somehow... Well, Lucas had known folks that would have a drink or two on their days off so they could loosen up, so, while different, her behavior wasn't necessarily strange.

It wouldn't be too much longer before the movie reached its conclusion and credits began to roll. Lucas, who had by that time finished his own drink, set the empty glass on the floor beside his foot and leaned back a bit, stretching. "So, what did you think?" He gestured slightly to the screen.

"You sure about that? I had just put it on when you came in." Or had that been Dream Claire? He couldn't even be sure anymore. No, there was another explanation, one that made more and more sense the more he observed her behavior.

"...Claire, are you drunk?"

"What do you mean you don't--" Wait. He had never actually told her it was alcoholic, had he? No, sure he had. Or if not he at least implied it really clearly, right? What respectable male of legal drinking age watched Rambo to mixed fruit juice and called it Elixir of Life? No no no, all the signs were there. This wouldn't be pinned on him, no way, no how.

"Okay, Claire, see that drink in your hand?" He pointed to it even as she raised it to her lips again. Damn, he really needed to get that thing away from her. "That's alcohol. A lot of alcohol. That is an alcoholic beverage, you are drinking, and you are drunk."

"Okay, no, you're gonna have to give me that." He gestured again at the drink. First step was to stop it from getting any worse. "I'll make something else to replace it, okay?" He may not have had the bar-tending skills of his possible parallel world self, but he at least knew how to not put alcohol in a drink. He wasn't quite sure how that would affect the flavor, but he didn't have much else to go on...