a drink or two one evening...

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[It's usually Sirius who wanders over, sniffing out some sort of alcohol in her cabinet, but instead it's Diego tonight. It's welcome company as she hates to drink alone. She heads over to the cabinet and pulls out two bottles, glancing over her shoulder at him.]

Make yourself comfortable. Do you have any preference for drinks?

[She grabs out two

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Aside from my one true liquid love, not really. [It's been a while since he's been able to enjoy a drink at all. Back home, it was too much of a health risk, but now that his abilities were working he could technically have as much as he wanted. Never as good as coffee, but a nice change every so often.

He has a seat on the sofa, taking off his tie.]

You must like the taste.

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[He's getting some scotch, then, like her. She brings the glasses out and sets them on her coffee table, then goes back to grab the bottle. She also grabs the rum for later so she won't have to keep getting up.]

It's bitter and it burns on the way down. I don't mind it.

[It's her go-to drink when she's hurting; it helps take her mind off of her injury to focus on the burn.]

Do you drink often?

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No. I couldn't, at home. [He watches her as she heads back to the couch, taking his glass and examining it.]

I used to like a little something in my coffee now and then.

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Too busy?

[If she didn't have these powers, she imagines she wouldn't drink much. She sits beside him and takes up her glass.]

Oh? Like what?