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Third Drink

"Aw yiss, deku tree thank you." Most likely Abbi would be the same drunk as she normally was, just more slurred, more ridiculous, and probably more floppy.
As much as she hated that Jack was right, the teen sighed and rose her glass.
"We just have to drink to that." Of which she did. All of it.
The whole rest of her drink right there.

The reappearance of the scowl, of which Abbi had been priding herself on having erased, doesn't make her frown in return. Instead she smirks at him because now he knows that she knows about the shoes.
She's about to sass some more, but stops when he bows. Huh, that was...
Oh. Oh she got it.
"Dang son. You talk to all the girls like that?" For a second she raises her glass, but realizes its empty. "The Moon Princess, you can keep up. Hatin' on the rabbit ears... Naw." The glass was waved instead of her hand because she was still holding onto it. "But if you don't approve of my flats and bunnies... What would you suggest, O Wise One?"

Naturally, the sarcasm totally went over Abbi's head.

Fourth & A Half Drink

There had been a bathroom break thrown in there for Abbi's sake, of which she returned to their table from with a bunch of clattering and loud shuffling of her chair.
"OK. Like, the hay bales totes threw me, but those bathrooms are swank." It did, however, take her longer than normal to actually sit down mostly because she was confused about... Sitting. The chair kept moving out of her reach and her knees felt wobbly and finally she managed to sit, even though it rocked to one side dangerously and she clutched haphazardly at the table. Once gravity returned her mostly to normal, Abbi tentatively let go of the table. She frowned at it for a second, then the chair as though it had betrayed her, before she looked back up at Jack.
"Where the heckie didja even find this place?" Her voice was slurred and already she'd forgotten about the picture taking.

"So like... Do I get to ask serious questions, now?" This was the time for that sort of thing... Right...

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"My family's had a trip here before," he answered in a low burr, lazily grinning as Abbi struggled to sit down. The alcohol had begun to settle in at last, relaxing the usually uptight Lifer. Normally it took him completely not caring to get that loose; that was probably why he had begun to turn to beer more and more often: just to chill.

He had an arm out in case she fell, but it looked like that wasn't necessary anymore, so he let it fall back into his lap. Jack blew a puff of hair to clear some bangs from his eyes. "Yeah, guess you could. Depends. What kind've serious questions?"

Third Drink

The frown she'd displayed at various things turns to Jack with more intensity, eyebrows furrowing heavily. An accusatory finger points at him, then swirls in a circle.
"I wouldn't..." She purses her lips at having to say it, but she's tipsy and Abbi straightens her shoulders. "I wouldn't have s-sex with you even if you asked." Which was definitely a worse insult than having one's life depend on it.
"Which offer? The one for extra-curricular activities or the wardrobe help?"
{ AAAAYYYYYYYYY }
Aw yiss, A+ Vivi.

As for her legs, Abbi manages to keep herself from all out grumping loudly.
She hates this, but hell she's tipsy so she only half cares. One leg swings out from the chair up and up until her heel clacks heavily onto the table. Having totally forgotten she'd worn tights instead of stockings, there is a bit of shuffling to move the tights down and eventually Abbi has to pull the leg back to wiggle out of one leg of said tights before the now bare leg returns to the table.
What is visible of the thigh, just a little above the knee, is marked with two long, thankfully thin scars, but under the knee is the worst. A large webbed scar rests on her knees, tapers down to the ankle.
"Screw the Sahara, man." Is all she says.

Third Drink

Electing to ignore his makeover offer, even if she would sincerely like a friend's opinion, Abbi focuses a frown at her legs, pouting at them before she curls herself off the table and back to her own chair.
"You were there in the Infirmary after. Didn't someone tell you?" Her glass is finally emptied, honestly this time thanks to Jack's addition, before it clanks against the table. "The list of things that didn't happen in the Sahara is way shorter." She's surprised at how bitterly she feels, how the normal frustration over what happened is amplified. Surely it is the drink that is making her feelings more intense, but she wonders why it makes her feel so hollow at the same time, like she has had her stomach carved out and a slop of negativity and resentment plopped into the open space.

"Don't even ask to see my back." Sharp in her mind, Viveca reminds the girl that she shouldn't mention things that aren't being talked about if she wants to avoid conversing about them. "The smaller ones... Are from something else. So now you know all my scars. Your turn."

third drink

He gave Abbi a look. "I can't be expected to remember who got what from what when we hit the equivalent of a lunch rush," Jack said with a shrug. "Not when I hit work mode." But it was up to her to elaborate; he knew all too well that some scars didn't want to be explained. He did, however, felt like sharing a little for the sake of the bonding moment.

He drew a line through his right eye brow, crossing just over his eye. "You can't see it anymore, but I used to have a scar here. Fought my ex on Christmas Eve last year. She won," he told her with a wry smile. "Hard not to when you have a giant a** sword with teeth."

Third Drink

Jack's response did nothing to dull the awful feeling in her stomach and the girl felt it bubble up to show on her face a little. Naturally she was forgotten, she shouldn't expect anything else.
"There were some bugs... Some worms I-D-K, almost drowned in sand, and then the bugs threw up acid on me. That's what the uh..." Her hand waved at the webbing of scars on her shin that she attempted to cover up with the return of her tights she found much harder to wiggle into modestly.
"Didn't think they'd scar so badly, yanno? Stuff doesn't usually do so bad anymore... Maybe cause I was such a newbie back then..."

Considering another gulp, Abbi noticed Jack's hand move up to his eyebrow and pull down. She blinked at the motion, not understanding what he was trying to get across.
"Your ex on... Christmas Ehhh STORMY DID THAT?" Both her hands smack over her mouth to keep any louder noises from escaping. She leaned forward over the table, blue eyes wide as they stared at the now clean spot. "Woooooow... That's craaaaaay."