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first drink

All he had told the tech was to send them to a pub in Prague that wasn't too shady. Each hunter got a fake ID before going off-island, but that didn't mean Jack wanted to deal with convincing people that Abbi really was 21 in the States, cross his heart and hope to die, not even for her promotion booze out. That, and the Czech Republic was known for its beer, which was very important to him.

"Beer before liquor, never been sicker. Liquor before beer, you're in the clear. These are key words for tonight," Jack instructed her as they sat at the bar in a semi-spacious but dimly lit establishment, as rustic as they came. Even the lights were mostly hung lanterns. One corner was taken up by several straw bales, the rest by people.

It was a busy evening, but for the first time the noise and the crowd didn't bother him like it normally did. It was nice to get lost in a group of complete strangers who had no idea what the world was like beyond their travel plans.

First Drink

"Actuaaaalllllyyyyyy--" The girl perched on the stool, happy to rise a finger in the air, an indicator of Abbi's propensity for being a know-it-all. "That's not quite true! Drinking beer before liquor only makes you get drunk faster because the carbonation from the beer pushes the alcohol of liquor into the lining of your stomach, and therefore bloodstream, faster. So really you just get drunk quicker than normal and people don't expect that, so they drink more and then get sick!" Pleased with herself, she turned a grin to Jack.
"I watched a YouTube video about it."

Wide eyes darted around the bar, took in the bales of hay that seemed odd in a bar, the people who each seemed equally interested in each other and the odd couple with nearly two feet of height difference between them. Everything was so interesting! And she'd never been out of the States before... Or, well, not on a trip like this.
"What do we order first?" A shot? An actual drink?

For as long as Jack stared at her, Abbi stared back, certain he would get mad at her or scold her. When he didn't, her smile curved up brightly, higher on one side of her face, and she laughed to herself.
"I am full of lots of useful facts, thankyouverymuch." But she was pleased, vastly pleased to hear such a high compliment from Jack Hawthorn. "Uhhh... OK um... What kind of beer is there? Like... OK, no peaches, not that I don't like them... I just... I'm allergic to the skin and while I'm sure they don't use the skins to make them, I still get kinda worried, yanno?"
The girl rocked to one side on her stool, fingers curled onto the counter as she perused a menu she didn't understand.

"Oh! OH! I'll buy us dinner then? I've got like... A ton of cash saved up. I was thinking about maybe using it to runic a computer or something?" Both hands pressed against her heart. "I miss my games and I'm afraid limiting myself to one system would be... Limiting." Abbi dropped her hands and frowned at the counter, thought about that decision before she tilted her head in Jack's direction.
"Maybe a shot and then a beer?"

"Er, no sorry! I said that wrong!" A hand slashed through the air, then turned to a fist and knocked lightly against her own head. "Its fine if they handle them... I guess, I mean I've never experimented with it? But uh, sometimes the taste just... Gives me the heeby jeebies, yanno?" One too many times with a swollen tongue and a hard time breathing had given the girl a pretty well caution to avoid the fruit as best she could. "Its not like... A serious allergy. Just mildly inconvenient."

Abbi didn't know what a pivo was, let alone a pale one, and she didn't know what a Pilsner was either. The sizes of the cups looked enormous, even the the smallest one seemed massive, but if Jack said it was sweet...
"I guess I'll take the uh... Whatever is sweetest? In the uh... Meeeeediiiiuuuummmm???" How do drink? How do bar?

Jack was a terrible sempai, now that Abbi was here and thinking about it.

But she had just said the handling wasn't the problem! It was the eating and that she-- But it was just-- Jack why weren't you listening to-- Fine.
Abbi folded her hands in her lap like a good girl and immediately flung them out a second later to fuss at her hair that was hanging heavier on her back than she was used to. He'd never said if she looked ok, and even if she didn't care, she still honestly did.
"Do I look 18?" She whispered after the waitress had walked away, leaning closer and giving him big blue eyes she hadn't realized wouldn't help her act. Not that it was really an act anymore... Old habits died hard, and all.

Their drinks arrived sooner than she'd expected, the girl surprised to find such a large drink and confused about the foam. Was it like a root beer? Did she wait for it to fizz down, or drink it right away? Maybe it was one of those weird rituals of you drank it quick? All the people who drank beers in animes gulped them down, so she should too right?
"To a not at all dangerous, but super awesome and cool and-and um learning lotsa stuff Hunterdom!" She cheered a bit louder than she ought to, even for a bar setting. The glass clinked against Jack's and she took a breath before she threw the glass back, guzzling as much as she could before the taste and burn made her stop and gasp. A few coughs later and Abbi felt flushed, still coughing after her show of drinking nearly half the glass in one go, but they were mingled with laughs.

"I could stand to be called 'Moon Princess' a bit more. If you're offering that as a nickname, I ACCEPT!" Abbi laughed again, shoved her glass against Jack's once more and took another big swig. "But... Not to be sappy, O-F-C! I'm glad you're back safe. Even as a blonde."

third drink

"Why do you even know so much useless stuff anyway?" he had to ask as he caught the waiter's eye and lifted his empty mug. "Like what's the point of stuffing your head full of trivia? That beer thing earlier aside, you're wasting space for something more practical."

Third Drink

"S'not useless!" Immediately retorted Abbi, dropping the chip she had been preparing to eat. The first drink had left her feeling tingly and warm, the second honestly buzzed, but halfway through the third she was feeling... Something.
So a snack was needed.

The girl had ordered what she thought to be nachos, but they were way better than any other nachos she'd ever had before so she wasn't super certain they were what she originally thought.
"I know lots of practical things too, yanno. Like about first aid and all..." She finally ate the chip, thinking what she wanted to say over before she spoke. No one had really asked before...

"At first it was just something fun to do... Watch YoubTube videos and learn junk. Then I thought maybe it could help me like... Talk to people? It was a great way to start conversations... And that kinda worked... For a little while..." The girl sighed and took a big swig of her drink, flinched and shook her head. "Now it's jus'... Jus' somethin' I can't stop."
For a moment she pouted, then look up at Jack.
"Whaddya think would be more practical t'learn?"

Having gotten to the point of being hyper aware of herself and others, Abbi sat up straight and pointed an accusing finger at Jack.
"What's deku.... Deku tree no wait... Dek-ew-gee mean!?" It was code right?! Like a simple slang word to mean 'hey sexy lady I am so done with my weird little ginger friend', right?!
{ Yer paranoid }
"You sound drunk." Abbi honestly directed her remark at three parties.
Viveca merely rolled her eyes and Abbi ignored herself.

"I cannot say, Sir Jack of the Grumpy Guild, whether or not I know how to hold my drink. I've only been drunk once. And even then I was only... Kinda drunk. Sorta." The teen remembers the night and frowns, lets the frown harden a bit more and in a fit of hoping to forget, knocks back the rest of her beer. It hasn't gotten much better as the night wore on, but finally it tastes like... Sugar.
Just plain sugar.
She points to her mug, then to the bartender, and grins at everyone possibly involved, including the mug and Jack.

"I have... Great shoes." For a second she has to stop and remember all her shoes, she counts them up quickly and forgets that three pairs are ones she's planning on buying. That they do not count as part of her ownership, even if she has three outfits planned for each of them, which is nine outfits for the folks counting at home.
"Granted... We can't all have amazing shoe collections like yours."

There is a retort in there somewhere, something about shoes with rabbit ears on them, but Abbi rocks back in her seat and cannot figure out if she has said that out loud or not. At the risk of sounding ridiculous (and drunk), she says nothing, but thinks very highly of her shoe choices that include rabbit ears on the shoes.