[You know what would be great now? Shots. York taps the bar and motions to a tray of those glowing purply fruity fizzy ones he'd had earlier and the Bartender obliges easily enough, setting one down in front of York and one in front of North.
Drink up, be merry, for tomorrow we die, etc etc and all that bullshit.
Fuck it and drink because tonight is good and they're alive.]
I do not pout, Ev. I gaze meaningfully and soullfuly.
[Knee bump plus ankle hook, and York is poking at North's shot, nudging it closer and closer to his hands with a cheeky little grin all his own. He could stand to hear more of those Hmms, could stand to see north smiling and acting his goddamn age for once.]
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Drink up, be merry, for tomorrow we die, etc etc and all that bullshit.
Fuck it and drink because tonight is good and they're alive.]
I do not pout, Ev. I gaze meaningfully and soullfuly.
[Knee bump plus ankle hook, and York is poking at North's shot, nudging it closer and closer to his hands with a cheeky little grin all his own. He could stand to hear more of those Hmms, could stand to see north smiling and acting his goddamn age for once.]