young hunks taking shots stripping down to dirty socks music up getting hot kiss me

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CHARACTERS: Who's that giiiiiiiiiiirl... it's anybody!
LOCATION: Space Babylon; it's still open for regular business so even if you're not there for the vampire party planner, it's all good.
WARNINGS: DRINKING? Language, most likely. Potential drug use. ( will update as needed )
SUMMARY: YAY KLAUS IS GONE let's party like we could have died at any moment for months upon months.
NOTES: I have no excuse for this cop out of a log.





❝ PARTY ON, WAYNE ❞

❝ PARTY ON, GARTH ❞

Comments

[jurisimpudent]

[And he drinks to the bottom of the glass, trying to find in the end of that drink some remedy for his sudden and deep feelings of awkwardness and discomfort. There's none, so he looks to the bar for a refill. Perhaps a second might help.

Besides which, that allows him enough time that his answer can be comparatively straightforward - ]

Not particularly, no. That is, generally speaking, not really relevant for most people's purposes.

[constructum]

[ The look that slowly starts to spread across her face at that is one more of confusion mixed with a slight bit of sympathy. She has always been of the opinion that people needed to know more than just what was on the surface to really understand people and make judgment about them. So no one taking the time to get to know him outside of the whole lawyer thing -- well it was slightly sad. ]

Hasn't anyone ever tried to just be your friend? [ she asked with a small shrug of her shoulders as she turned back towards the bar, gaining wichita's attention as she did so they could have another round.

(if getting him more intoxicated would help him to open up, she was going to try what she could to help it along) ]

[jurisimpudent]

[He shakes his head; his answer is slightly self-deprecating.]

Certainly - when I was nine years old.

[He watches the glass being refilled with an expression that's trying to be wry but also trying to be melancholy. Unfortunately, the face that results is quite unpleasant - more than anything, he looks a bit constipated.]

And then I grew up. Come now, you shouldn't act so surprised; would you want to try to be my friend?

[He picks up that glass and drinks again. It's clear enough that the liquor is hitting him rather hard.]

[constructum]

[ Slightly intoxicated or not, she can't help but feel bad for him here, and a small frown settles on her lips because of it. ]

People have friends when they're adults too, Edgeworth. [ a long sigh escapes her at that, as she can't help but take yet another long swig of her drink, her eyes never leaving him as she mentally tries to understand why he thinks the way he does.
(yeah, she feels bad for him now.) ]

Im making the effort to try to get to know you here, Edgeworth - can't you just accept the fact; people would like to know you outside of you always debating with them?

[jurisimpudent]

You say that, but you say that without knowing me.

[Another drink. The more he swallows, the less uncomfortable he feels - and even so he does sort of feel as though he might regret all this later on, is somewhat cognizant of the fact that he's speaking like an imbecile...But it also feels a bit good to be frank.]

Getting to know me doesn't make people want to be my friend. I'm not really...You know. But you're being very nice with all of this. I didn't take you for being so nice.

[And that's said with a kindly nod of his head.]

[constructum]

[ The look she gives him at that, clearly is more unsure than anything - like she just doesn't understand his train of thought with all of this now. ]

Why would you think that? [ a long beat, her brow furrowing as she shakes her head in confusion. ] I'll let you in on a little secret, Edgeworth. I'm friends or I try to be friends with all sorts. And just because I tend to argue my point doesn't mean I'm a dick.

[ at least she doesn't think it does. ]

Wouldn't you rather me get to know you, then judge you for being a complete and utter dick just because you're a lawyer?

[jurisimpudent]

Oh - no; please don't misunderstand. I'm not, erm, calling you a bad person. I've always thought you've seemed like a perfectly nice person. Forceful, to be certain, but I quite frankly rather like that.

[He gives her a vague pat on the shoulder.]

And this quite confirms it. My thanks, indeed, for confirming it.

[constructum]

[ Her nose just crinkles slightly at that, a small shake of her head in confusion still. ]

So why don't you want friends than?

[jurisimpudent]

Well -

[He pushes his hair out of his eyes. His face is comparatively unguarded, now; he actually sort of looks his age.]

It's not that I do not want them. Not precisely. It's simply...not a good idea for me to have them, first, and I'm not...the sort of person who has friends, besides. Really, you shouldn't be worrying for me.

[constructum]

[ Oh god, she has never wanted to come across as someone that feels sorry for someone, but after what Edgeworth just said, it's hard to deny the fact; she feels bad for him.

And now she was just letting out a long sigh, her hand going back to her neck, rubbing, as she slowly attempted to figure out what she wanted to say to it all. ]

Why isn't it a good idea? [ she asked with a clear confused as to it all. (he wasn't a criminal like all the others she had come to know, was he?) ]

Because I think it's almost human nature to want people to understand you and to have care about you.

[jurisimpudent]

Because being acquainted with me invites...danger. Because I've enemies, and I'll always have enemies, and that makes for disaster for anyone about whom I care.

[He furrows his brow, very slightly - but not in self-pity; rather, he looks concerned for her, for the faint signs of discomfort she's exhibiting.]

Are you all right? I'm...I shouldn't be making you stand. You should sit.

[constructum]

[ His sudden concern had her laughing perhaps more than she would have liked right then, but the fact that he thought something might be wrong with her, only had her reacting almost instantly to him. ]

I'm perfectly fine, Edgeworth. [ perhaps a bit tipsy, but still fine. and she couldn't help but shake her head some as she moved her hands about, almost as if she thought that would help prove that she was. ]

I'm just trying to talk to you and get to know you - that's all.

[jurisimpudent]

Hrm. [He gives a little noise of dissatisfaction and uncertainty, and the worry doesn't disappear from his face. He looks down to see that he's reached the end of his second glass, and looks around for a refill, then looks back at Ariadne.]

Truly. If your...feet hurt or some such thing, then you can go and sit, and I can bring you things. I know you women often wear such absurd shoes; I frankly cannot understand how all of you walk in them - but the point being that we can work out a solution to deal with your discomfort.