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[teetheyes]

One of you bastards needs to tell me why I'm making this man dinner.

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[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Hey that's why you never drink alone, and I'm offering company.

[ooc: It's still there, threatening to kick Mohinder.]

[orderonto]

And I'm wondering how sane I am that I'm considering your logic and can't see any but the single obvious flaw that it's you.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Fine, I can take no for an answer. Your loss though.

[orderonto]

That was a yes, actually. If you squint you can see it. I can go to the Blue Light. I'd like to patronize its very polite and thoughtful proprietor.

The way I see it, two things could happen. I could learn something, or, I could get horrifically maudlin and you will have to hear it, thus performing my Hindu karmic duty.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

When you put it that way, it's a date.

[orderonto]

A drinking date at the Blue Light, then.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Meet me in fifteen.

[ooc: Action spammin' or assumin'?]

[orderonto]

I'll get my coat and scarf.

[ooc: either one works for me bb, I like action spam.]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[He's always there first, being a part time tender and all, but it's not so busy tonight.]

[orderonto]

[And Mohinder always gets there late, because he fails at organization and gets distracted easily. He finds Cori easily, because...white hair.]

The Corinthian, I presume?

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Sunglasses at night? Yes.]

Mmhm. Jack or John?

[Glasses are out.]

[orderonto]

[He's eying those glasses curiously. Are you blind or just a foreign douchebag, Cori?]

Whichever is darker first. Lighter afterwards. Supposedly it prevents hangovers, there's a scientific basis for it.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Technically both. He opens up the JW, taking Mohinder for a contemplative sipper.]

Here.

[orderonto]

[And he definitely is one, because hi Cori, scientist. So he goes slow and doesn't burn himself and die gagging or something.]

It's not bad. It's not as strong as some of the home-made liquor I've had at home, but it's not bad. Then again, I doubt you're doing this to hear my opinion on Scotch whiskey.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

You know bootlegging went out with the Model-T right?

[orderonto]

Where you came from, maybe that's true. Where I come from, indoor plumbing is just coming into style and availability.

[Have a loving eyeroll.]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

I lived in Bangkok for a couple months, it can't be that different. Maybe you weren't looking hard enough.

[Finally pouring for himself.]

[orderonto]

[Staring at Cori's glasses again and drinking just a little harder. Thinking about home makes him think about his daddy which brings up the deep personal issues.]

Not where I lived. I'm rich. I'm also about four per cent of the population, if you get the picture. Lucky me, for once. Caste politics.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

Hey, I get it.

[Leaning forward, get an eyefull of those shades, Mohinder.]

I only look white.

[orderonto]

[Now he can't help but less furtively stare directly at you, Cori, because you gave him the invite. And he takes a nice, long drink to empty his glass, because he kind of seriously needs to be drunk for shit like this.]

I forgot. You're not even human, are you? Not really.

That sounds awfully rude, I'm sorry.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Lighting a cigarette because as a tender he's allowed to smoke in Blue's club. The shades go up so he can better blow the smoke, out of his eyes.]

Not the way you are.

[orderonto]

[He waves a hand in front of his face to scatter the smoke and points to the cup. Because you have eyeteeth and he needs it.]

More. Please.

I've been told a lot about the Dreaming, or whatever it is they called it, which you're a part of. Do I recall correctly? I should be less mean-spirited to you, if you can't help your nature. Except that I don't know what your nature is.

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Pouring for Mohinder then taking a sip of his own.]

Oh what the hell did the fucking bird tell you?

[Matthew is a sore spot but he doesn't let it show.]

[orderonto]

A bit. Seemed to think that you were more decent than I typically give you credit for, and that you had a necessary job to do. I'm unsure, that's why I agreed to come. I want to figure you out.

How dangerous, right?

[Sorry, Cori. He liked Matthew. Even if he was a talking fucking bird. And the thought of talking fucking birds sends him back to his glass.]

[bitingnightmare.livejournal.com]

[Puff of smoke.]

You're pretty lucky you're doing this now and not eighteen years ago. Anyway you can't figure me out, lost cause.