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[pampa]

un: millerlite
deck 3. room 20.

𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓬𝔂 𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

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[theycalledmeacurse]

[ She didn't exactly plan the whole drowning thing, and she sure as hell would have avoided it if she could have. Dying has never been a fun thing to experience and she'd really like to either stop having it happen so often or for the damn thing to just finally stick. She's too tired to deal with this mess anymore.

It's when the man moves that she pays any attention to him, and the press of a glass into her hand makes her flinch and pull back slightly, but you bet she keeps hold of it. Once she realizes he's moved back to a safer distance, she gives the smallest smile that he may or may not see, she can't really tell. ]

Thanks, sugar.

[ She sounds as tired as she feels, and she doesn't waste any time in taking a nice big sip of whatever's in the glass. Yep, there's that familiar burn that leaves her grimacing but not coughing. Not this time. ]

[pampa]

[ sugar. it gets a look but he doesn't think she can see him anyway. whatever!!! ]

Better?

[theycalledmeacurse]

[ Look, she'll call you sugar if she damn well pleases. ]

Not worse. [ Another sip while she contemplates. ] It might edge toward better after another two of these.

[pampa]

Fair enough. How about I just keep pouring til it's empty? [ deal? ]

[theycalledmeacurse]

You might just be my new favorite person. [ Definitely deal. How did she get so lucky as to have her own personal bartender at the ready? He even gets a genuine smile for that offer. ]

[pampa]

You have low standards. I like that. [ he clinks his glass against hers and drains it. ]

[theycalledmeacurse]

I prefer to think of them as practical standards, thank you. [ Though really, she does have quite a low bar. Haven't helped commit genoice against an entire population? Haven't murdered any children? You're golden in her book. One final sip and her glass is woefully empty - she sets it on the bar so he can resolve that issue for her. ]

[pampa]

Same difference, isn't it?

[ he pours hers first bc he's a gentleman like that then pours his and catches her eyes, whether they work or not.]

Yam Seng! [ he says just because. he's usually not one for the belter pride bullshit, but lately he's been feeling himself drifting further and further from ceres in more than just physical distance, so maybe this is a way to close the gap. ]

[theycalledmeacurse]

[ Her smile becomes more a smirk at his rhetorical question and she shakes her head slightly. Hearing the sound of a drink being poured near her, she reaches for the glass but pauses at the-- toast? ]

Yam Seng? [ She repeats the words with his same inflection, lifting the glass and preparing to take a drink. ] Is that the normal toast where you're from?

[pampa]

...Yeah. [ it's soft, but there's no use denying it. ] What do Inners say?

[theycalledmeacurse]

[ He's disappointed that she doesn't recognize the toast. It breaks her heart a little, and she sure as hell understands what it's like to be on your own here.]

Inners? I don't really understand what you mean, but where I'm from, we just say cheers. [ There's an apology in her voice, and she hopes he hears it. She wishes she could give him that piece of home to hold on to. ]

[pampa]

[ she couldn't be reading him wronger honestly. the apologetic tone gets an odd look if anything. ]

Inner planets. You're an Earther, right?

[theycalledmeacurse]

[ Earther. That's not the first time she's heard the phrase. ]

Yeah. It was early 21st century when I was taken, before anyone had left the planet.

[pampa]

[ he nods, he's heard it enough around this place that it doesn't throw him off anymore. ]

I'm from Ceres. It's a space station not too different from this.

[theycalledmeacurse]

Is that a good thing? That it's not too different for you. It's worlds apart from what I'm used to, and in a way I prefer it.

[ Hope you like unfiltered honesty, friend. ]

[pampa]

Yeah... [ it's not an answer but an acknowledgment. he snorts softly and goes for another drink. joe is great at unfiltered honesty tbh. ] Sometimes it's a little too nostalgic.

[theycalledmeacurse]

[ Ah. Well then. ]

Well, sugar, here's hoping there's something here that's new and exciting for you.

[ She raises her glass slightly and then tilts it back, downing her glass in one go. It gets her a small cough but doesn't stop her from setting her glass back down on the bar for another round. ]

My name's Rogue, by the way.

[pampa]

Miller, and I'm not all that sweet.

[ just full disclosure and all that ]

Don't worry, Rogue, this place has offered up plenty of excitement already.

[theycalledmeacurse]

[ She's dealt with plenty of sour and bitter types, Miller - they usually turn out to be her favorites. ]

Don't I know it. [ Her drawl thickens at the sentiment. ] Did you have any problems when we lost gravity?

[pampa]

Me? No.

[ he sounds bemused. he almost wishes they could do that again, it was the most fun he's had yet. he tosses the rest of his drink back even knowing full well he shouldn't. the next words are a bit sluggish as a result. ]

Ceres barely has gravity in the center, away from the rings, sasa ke. It's set up a lot like this place, just bigger and meaner. It was fun watching you Earthers lose your mind over it though. [ he points at her with a soft smile, giving himself a rest before he refills the glass. ]

[theycalledmeacurse]

[ She can make out the gesture enough to recognize it for what it is, and the alcohol has settled in enough to pull back her filter about the Accident. Sorry, Miller. ]

I didn't have the chance to 'lose my mind' about it. Too busy dying and coming back to life blind.

[ Is she a little bitter about it? Maybe. Just a teensy bit. ]

[pampa]

Yeah, well. Someone's always got it worse, right, kid? [ if you came here for empathy, good luck ]

[theycalledmeacurse]

I sure as hell hope not. [ It's a flat statement with just the slightest hint of alarm. The idea of anyone having a harder time in life than she has is distressing. ]

I wouldn't wish a life like mine on anyone. And I'm not saying that to get a pity party - crappy situations always tend to get worse when wars come around.

[pampa]

[ he holds back an eye roll and leans over in his stool to better catch her eye, elbow propped against the bar and fingers laced together across his stomach. ]

Okay, what the fuck, I'll bite. What's so goddamn special about you?

[theycalledmeacurse]

I wouldn't say anything's "special" about me, I just got the unlucky genetic draw. I'm a mutant with a power the government wanted to use against other mutants in a war to wipe out our species.

[ She's not getting into the other stuff, the long laundry list of things in her life that have gone wrong or turned out badly for her. It really will be a pity part if she starts talking about foster care, being abandoned by her time, and everything in between. She might be feeling a bit chatty with her new acquaintance, but she's not that chatty. ]