algagrass | In my defense I have no defense.

CHARACTERS: Dirk Strider (

splinterself) and various and sundry other people who can speak for themselves.
DATE: The 20th, thus allowing for people to tag into both. Huzzah.
RATING: PG13
SUMMARY: I joked about a bunch of horrified level 1-2 people staring at the level for the dungeon before going off and getting e-beers. I was encouraged. Also, I'm starting with prose just because that's how I roll with intro posts, but brackets are strongly encouraged if that's what makes your soul happy.

...and after some stuff which doesn't particularly matter Dirk was staring at the level info for Δ Choosing Superior Offerings. Level 11 temple dungeon? He'd get his ass kicked.

In time he would go back and deal with this issue, go find people to team up with, whatever. But for now? Now? Goddamn.

So he turned to the nearest person who looks plausibly lost, alarmed, bemused, or other such reactions and said, "Hey. I don't know about you but I'm tired of dungeons right now. Know where a guy can get a drink?"

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Maybe. [And he's gonna keep on drinking his water.] Enjoy it, dude, better you than me.

[Jake rolls his eyes.]

You have a sweet tooth, so I can't hold it against you. [Still.] Is there anything else we could do, perhaps? You didn't seem interested in the rumors milling about.

Yeah, my interest was lost shortly after the double digits popped up on the dungeon info screen. Are you bored?

Understandable. [He smiles.] No, I've been having a grand old time exploring the different dungeons roughly around my level! I'm more worried that you are.

You're here. Jane's here.

And that's all you need?

[Naturally, it'd be even better if Roxy is here, but that's obvious and he doesn't want to bring it up with Dirk because of reasons.]

No, but it's a start. [And god damn Lil' Cal his BFF where the fuck is his BFF. There's a big empty hole in his soul.] Chill already. Shoosh your ass down before I pull out my papping hand. How many times do I have to say I'm fine before you get that I'm fine?

When you actually mean it, but I'll let it go.

[For now. He's maybe halfway through the daiquiri before he starts leaning against Dirk. Holy shit, suddenly sleepy.]

Perhaps I should stop....

...are you okay? [Don't tell him that the situation is comedically, yet ironically reversed and he's going to have to haul Jake somewhere.]

Uhhh...I'll get back to you on that one.

[He shuts his eyes.]

Would you mind telling the room to shove off and quit spinning already?

[...orders a second water. Sliiiides away the drink. Has a strong papping hand ready.]

I doubt it would listen.

[Luckily, he didn't have enough to cause him to figure out what kind of drunk he'd be. Other than perhaps being a very sleepy one without the few inhibitions he had in the way.]

Cripes, I don't know how Roxy can do it if it makes a fella feel like this. [At least he's not accidentally given himself alcohol poisoning. Nooo, he's just cursed with low tolerance. Maybe he won't do this again for a fairly long while.]

[Then the pap hand will, if but for now, shoosh.]

She had years to build up her tolerance. This is your first time, unless Grandma English prepared something you haven't told me about.

Ah...it's sort of like when I've taken a tad too much cough syrup.

[He frowns slightly.]

Though, the only difference is I'm still conscious rather than practically comatose.

Yeah, and I'm glad since I seriously don't want to haul your comatose body anywhere.

[...well, upon thinking about it, he wouldn't be too upset about it. Actually, weight aside, that doesn't sound too bad.

...whatever.]

So glad I don't have to inconvenience you. [Jake chuckles.] Though, to be fair, I might slip off to unconsciousness regardless.

Warn me before you do that so I can try to catch you. [There's emphasis on the try. Nothing in life is guaranteed, Jake. Consider what you learned when your head bounces against the floor.]

Promise you'll attempt to keep me from causing permanent brain damage?

I can't guarantee results, English. There's nothing in life you can count on. [This is absolutely said with grave sincerity ~~of course he will, bro~~]

I'll take that as a yes and hold you to it...if I remember. [He sighs a little.] Well, at least I'm not crying and prattling on about inane, nonsensical things. Or spontaneously sharing my deepest, darkest secrets.

You've got deep, dark secrets? You?

[...

Sliiiiiiding the drink back towards him.]

[He saw that, Dirk. Though, Jake looks amused.]

Perhaps.

The closest I'd see you getting to a deep, dark secret would be something like, "I nearly got eaten by a dragon but I didn't want anyone to worry so I said nothing."

You'd be surprised. I did tell you that I've almost been charcoaled by it. [Man, he really shouldn't be doing this since he knows perfectly well that Dirk can do a lot of things to make him come out and say some of that junk.]

I'm sure you will surprise me, you're a pretty surprising guy. Come on. You can tell me your deepest, darkest secrets, I won't judge.

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