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Nolan Home for Wayward Refugees, 33 Apocalypse, Friday Evening

The menu finally planned, the guests on their way -- or already arrived, and dinner already cooking, Ronan felt prepared for dinner.

The smells -- and sounds -- coming out of his kitchen were probably enough to make his guests mouth water, but that was, really, par for the course when it came to Ronan. And no, you weren't allowed into the kitchen to help.

[Up early-ish for SP; open to all the Wayward Refugees, OCD on its way!]

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"I have some absinthe," Jack announced, from the spot on the couch where he was sinking into a food coma. "Direct from Paris, 1902, if anyone's interested."

Ronan considered that for a moment. "What's the proper way?" he asked. "Pouring it over heated sugar, isn't it?"

"Pour it over sugar into water," Jack nodded. "There are special glasses for it, but I think anything you have would work."

Ronan nodded, getting up and heading back into the kitchen. "Scotch glasses should work," he suggested, calling over his shoulder as he went through the doorway. "Although -- careful with quantities, I believe, yes?"

"Right. We'll have to switch to something a little less potent if we want to have that drunken orgy," Jack called after him.

A couple of clinks as Ronan collects the glasses, and then, as he returns -- bowl of sugarcubes and pitcher of water following behind him in what's a rather blatant use of wizardry -- he retorts, "And here I was thinking to avoid the absinthe-fueled orgy."

He paused.

"Not that I'd object to an orgy with all of you, but I'd rather be in full, or at least almost full, control of my faculties at the time."

Jack smiled. "I think we'd all enjoy it more if we didn't think green fairies were about to attack us," he agreed. "But for tonight, just drinking should be enough."

"Now, orgies aside," Ronan said, "I... don't know that we've sorted out sleeping arrangements for the evening?"

"We didn't," Jack agreed, and studied Ronan over the rim of his glass with concern and amusement mingled in his expression. "Did you have a suggestion about them you wanted to share?"

His curse was too new for him to be comfortable with much more than flirting -- at least, until he knew for sure he couldn't infect his friends. But he wasn't about to give up the flirting.

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Parker turned her head to look at him for this, interested. "Isn't that stuff toxic? Or is that just if you drink an entire glass?"

"I wouldn't make a habit of drowning myself in it," Jack said. (Actually, he wasn't sure how any alcohol would effect his new constitution, so he'd been careful even with the wine at dinner.) "But one drink, once in a while? It shouldn't do any harm."

And this is how peer pressure works.

Parker considered. "What the hell. I've never had that particular poison. I'll bring vodka with me next time... and if it's straight from 1902, it would be a crying shame to pass it up."

Jack grinned and started arranging the ~~omgmidded~~ supplies. "I didn't have a lot of time to drink while I was there," he said. "But I got around enough to see that movie with the artists living on the stuff likely wasn't too far off."

"If I see gremlins, I'm blaming you," Parker warned, sitting up with a smirk. She studied the sugar, the spoon, the glass. "Although it has to be safer than the things I've seen people ingest at Burning Man."

"Burning man's the one in the desert, isn't it?" Jack asked, interested. "I've never been. Do you like it?"

He poured water into the glass, put the sugarcube on a spoon balanced over its rim, and passed her the open absinthe bottle. He blinked a bit as he did -- the fumes were, ah, special.

Parker carefully poured some of the absinthe, and said, "Bizarrely, yes. It offends every physical sensibility I have-- it's dusty, dirty, hot, and overcrowded. But there's amazing art, and people doing highly amusing things. And the food is good."

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Isabel shook her head. "I'll pass. That could only end in tears."

"Not a drinker?" Jack asked, though he should have noticed she'd passed on the drinks with dinner. "It's all right. Honestly, I like the idea of this better than the taste anyhow."

He was not a fan of anise.

"Sadly no. It's an alien side effect. One sip and I'm pretty much plastered," she explained. "I'd prefer not to embarrass myself too badly."

"It would be horrible if you did anything unbecoming to your dignity as an almost-married lady," Jack said, with a twitch of his lips.

Isabel couldn't help but snicker. "You mean like the absinthe fueled orgy?"

"For example," Jack said, not missing a beat. "You have to admit, it'd make this a memorable dinner party."

"That is true. But that one," she said pointing towards Ronan, "Would probably die of smugness. And we can't have that happening."

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"How is that even a question?" Emma asked, making a 'gimmie' gesture with one hand. "I can't even remember the last time I had a drink before tonight."

Jack fixed a glass for Emma and passed it over. "Poor girl. Here, this should help."

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