[ It isn't that long later that he appears; shoulders tense, jaw set, fingers moving to curl into fists. He's tense, noticeably so, painfully so if Iron Bull was to look at him. He knocks once before letting himself in. ]
Your dragon hasn't taken up residence in my seat again, has it?
[ A drink or five really isn't going to solve any problems. But Bull doesn't know enough about Felix, doesn't yet know enough about what is going on in Dorian's head, and he has to use the tools he's got. So he lets Dorian in, Dawnstone chirping happily at a familiar face before going to chew on a rawhide bone in the kitchen. ]
Nah, she's got a treat of her own to deal with. It'll keep her busy for a little bit.
[ No, it won't solve any problems. But Dorian isn't looking to solve any problems, avoid them definitely but not solve them. How does one solve his problem anyhow? Felix was dead, he was supposed to be dead, and now he isn't. For all the joy he knows he should feel he is knotting up inside instead. He casts a quick glance at the dragon, his usual sharp regard of the dragon missing. ]
Maker's breath, you are spoiling her worse than a Ferelden man would his mabari.
[ He shakes his head, trudging across the floor to rest in the spot he claimed for himself a while ago. ]
Mabari don't breathe fire, [ Bull points out, grabbing the bottle of absinthe off the counter. He'd gotten it out within a few minutes after hanging up. ]
Are we sure this isn't from Thedas? It is sounds almost remarkably similar to Dragon's Piss.
[ He screws his nose up slightly, giving the bottle a funny look before taking it from his grasp. Caution to the wind. He isn't in the mindset to squint and question, so he throws back a mouthful without a moment of hesitation -
And regrets it immediately.
Dorian gags eyes wide and it takes a lot of effort not to simply drop the bottle and let it break upon the floor, he shoves it back into Bull's grip.
[ Dorian Pavus can and does hold his liquor. The fact that just one swallow is enough to send him scrambling makes Bull's eye widen, his hand fastening around the bottle as he moves as quickly as he can over Dawnstone (which is not an easy feat) to grab a bowl.
[ Give him a moment, or two, or maybe three. Blindly he takes the bowl tightly and spits, frantically almost, as if the motion alone would rid the taste from his mouth. ]
Y─ [ He coughs and groans. ] Yes. Vishante kaffas, I have never tasted so foul in my life.
[ He is serious about it this time! Very serious! He coughs a few a couple more times before putting the bowl aside, focusing on Bull. Lets see how you like it. ]
[ If he wasn't so upset about the foul taste in his mouth he might've laughed, he smacks his lips together instead. ]
I'm not one for kidding when it comes to something so important as my drinks, Bull. [ Dorian pulls a face, shaking his head. ] Lets try something else shall we? Something that isn't going to make me vomit all over your floor.
[ He laughs, well more like scoffs, and pushes himself to his feet. Edging into the kitchen without much worry of the dragon still chewing on it's treat. He complains a lot, claims she will one day try to eat him, but isn't really all that bothered by her. Not really. ]
Strong enough to drink myself into a stupor, anything less and I may as well drink water.
And it is seemingly never ending. [ Dorian points out, glancing over his shoulder at him. Give him a moment and he'll mix up what he assumes of the couple of strong whiskey and fizzy-brown stuff. More whiskey than the fuzzy stuff. Handing a glass to Bull as he returns. ]
[ Bull is going to just add more Coke, because he kind of likes the bubbles and he's not the one with a dead friend who's suddenly alive. He'll want to be more sober for this, whether it's to clean up Dorian when he throws up or get him back home. ]
[ He settles back down, quick to throw a lot of his glass back. An unwise decision as the burn comes as a very sudden surprise. ] Maker─ [ It's okay, he's fine. Nothing at all wrong here. ]
I am not happy about it, Bull. [ The admission tastes sour in his mouth, so he throws back some more of glass. ] One would think I would be, a dead friend back to life. Not many are that lucky.
[ Heh. Not as good a reaction as the absinthe, but also less possibility of Dorian throwing up on him, so he'll take it. Bull is just going to sip. ]
It's fucking weird, [ he says, offers it as a balm because- well. It is. ] Adds a whole mess of problems for him, for the people who know him. It's messy.
[ He screws up his nose slightly, looking ahead at a some on a nearby wall. ]
Terribly so. He should─ [ A groan. He is loathe to think about it, and yet he is. ] He shouldn't be here. The dead are supposed to remain as such. [ Another drink, his glass will be empty at this rate. ] Kaffas─ does it make me a terrible person to think that?
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Your dragon hasn't taken up residence in my seat again, has it?
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Nah, she's got a treat of her own to deal with. It'll keep her busy for a little bit.
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Maker's breath, you are spoiling her worse than a Ferelden man would his mabari.
[ He shakes his head, trudging across the floor to rest in the spot he claimed for himself a while ago. ]
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Here's the stuff. Told you it was green.
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[ Dorian idly muses, cocking his head to the side. He doesn't hold back the bark of laughter that leaves him at the bottle. ]
Sweet Maker, you weren't kidding. Lets hope it is as strong as you think.
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[ So who knows, right? Here, he'll unscrew the bottle cap and offer it to Dorian first. ]
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[ He screws his nose up slightly, giving the bottle a funny look before taking it from his grasp. Caution to the wind. He isn't in the mindset to squint and question, so he throws back a mouthful without a moment of hesitation -
And regrets it immediately.
Dorian gags eyes wide and it takes a lot of effort not to simply drop the bottle and let it break upon the floor, he shoves it back into Bull's grip.
Bad idea, bad idea, very bad idea. ]
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Here, Dorian. Feel free to spit. Or vomit. ]
So. That bad?
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Y─ [ He coughs and groans. ] Yes. Vishante kaffas, I have never tasted so foul in my life.
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[ Because he's pretty sure you've said things like that before, Dorian. Let him just take another look at the bottle. ]
I guess it's my turn, then.
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[ He is serious about it this time! Very serious! He coughs a few a couple more times before putting the bowl aside, focusing on Bull. Lets see how you like it. ]
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And makes a face, one large hand coming over to pound on his own chest. ]
Wow. You weren't kidding. That is- bad.
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I'm not one for kidding when it comes to something so important as my drinks, Bull. [ Dorian pulls a face, shaking his head. ] Lets try something else shall we? Something that isn't going to make me vomit all over your floor.
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[ Solas come back. ]
I've got whiskey. And some- fizzy brown stuff [ Coca-Cola, it's Coca-Cola ] that I'm told it mixes with pretty well.
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[ Yes, he will voice his opinion on that and leave it at that.
Blegh, the taste is still in his mouth. ]
Sounds much better than the green death.
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[ Ugh he's having a conversation with the Inquisitor about it, it's awful and he hates it. ]
Come help me mix them, then. You can make it as strong as you want.
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Strong enough to drink myself into a stupor, anything less and I may as well drink water.
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At least water here probably doesn't have corpses in it.
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And still not magic.
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[ He settles back down, quick to throw a lot of his glass back. An unwise decision as the burn comes as a very sudden surprise. ] Maker─ [ It's okay, he's fine. Nothing at all wrong here. ]
I am not happy about it, Bull. [ The admission tastes sour in his mouth, so he throws back some more of glass. ] One would think I would be, a dead friend back to life. Not many are that lucky.
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[ Heh. Not as good a reaction as the absinthe, but also less possibility of Dorian throwing up on him, so he'll take it. Bull is just going to sip. ]
It's fucking weird, [ he says, offers it as a balm because- well. It is. ] Adds a whole mess of problems for him, for the people who know him. It's messy.
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Terribly so. He should─ [ A groan. He is loathe to think about it, and yet he is. ] He shouldn't be here. The dead are supposed to remain as such. [ Another drink, his glass will be empty at this rate. ] Kaffas─ does it make me a terrible person to think that?
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