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[Good, he won't have to clean up dogshit. Not that he smells it, but. Still. Jack grunts, continuing to pet whatever dog's in reach, or whatever one stirs for attention]

You should've been the farm boy. Got the knack for animals, anyway. [beat] Or just strays, I guess.

[He was a responsible pet owner, thank you very much Jack Morrison.]

Strays. [Something weirdly final about that statement.

Gabriel shook the bottle a bit, judging something by the small amount of liquid he heard-]

You only bring one? Asking in case you might want more.

[That gets a shake of the head, and a slight wave of the hand. Just the one, and he's fine without any more]

'Syours if you want it. Didn't know how much it was needed.

[And then he had about half anyway. But being tipsy mean something good;]

'Mstill sober enough to get more, if we need it. [beat] Or you think if we put out a call someone'll answer?

[He's joking.

Probably.]

Got a better idea.

[Eyes closed for a moment, adjusting himself in a slight shift under all the dogs, cat, and chicabo-]

There's a pink thermos-like water bottle on my kitchen counter. Fill that up with water for me?

Got something o show you.

[Jack'd remember it from their trip, even if he clearly had juice in it during that one. No drinking while hunting.]

That thing you brought on the hunt?

[But this means he has to get up. LAME. Still, he'll take a moment, sigh, and then get to his feet. He's not drunk enough to be wobbly on it, but it takes him a bit before he comes back and-]

This thing?

[-holds it out]

Yeah.

[Just found it suddenly at his feet and. Well.

Found out a few things about it.

He killed the bottle in hand and set it aside as he reached out for the water bottle-]

You fill it up for me? Can sit back down.

Yeah. [He'll get back on his ass, then, in an easy sprawl.] You gonna show me a magic trick or something?

[He's not joking. Fuck this place.]

[The water bottle was turned in his hands a bit, holding it above one of the dogs and-]

Yeah, it's a good one at least.

[Opened the bottle and took a sip before holding it out with a twitch at the corner of his mouth.]

Have some.

[Whelp, no time like the present. He'll take it, take a sip

blink

blinkblink]

...that's not what I put in there.

Ta-da. As long as you don't care about drinking from a pink flowery water bottle, free booze so long as there's water around to fill it.

[Head rested back against the floor with a

well

that was a genuine fucking laugh.]

This is what you fucking took on a mission? A booze bottle?

[okay no he knows Reyes - Reaper - wasn't drinking, but he can't help but ribe him from it. And is that a hint of a smile on his own lips?

Naaaaaaaah.]

[What do you know, there's still that laugh there-]

It does juice, too. Juice or booze bottle, exactly what I took on a mission.

Gotta have my orange juice in the morning.

Same as in SEP, huh? God damn. God damn. [He's laughing too, taking another swig before handing it back.] Some shit never changes, huh, old man.

Guess not, boy scout.

[He'll be taking that bottle and downing a healthy swig, enjoying the burn and warmth- and especially the buzz. That was turning into more than that with every bit downed.

At least he wasn't drowning in his own head.]

[Nope, just in alcohol.]

Yeah, well, if we don't get any food in us, we're gonna remember this [he shakes the bottle] tomorrow. Which, I don't know about you, I'm really not interested in. 'Mraiding your shit.

[Deal With It. Back up he goes.]

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If you don't wanna keep getting up and down grab a jug of water or something to re-fill this with. [The bottle. May as well, right?

Gabriel did his best to stretch out a bit under the weight of dogs, head thudded back against the floor a bit-]

Wrapped container in the ice box. Got some pasta stuff, along with plain mac n cheese. If you don't mind cold food. Think there's something with chicken in it, and a chili in some other containers. [What?

... He still cooked more than a single serving at once and fed some people.]

You got a serving tray while we're at it? Maybe one of those little vases with a flower I can put on it? [Ah, sarcasm. Or...play-banter, really. They only really did this when they'd gotten a buzz on, both to serve as an excuse and...well. A way for them to lower their guards just that much, and allow whom they used to be to creep out.

Eventually, though, Jack'd come back, setting the jug down by Gabriel and his scavenged prize - mac and cheese and chicken and whatever the chicken was in - in his lap.]

[Oh look, the dogs decided it was okay for him to sit up, even if it meant he might have one of the big curl, or both of them, curled up at his sides and back.

Cat still on his shoulder and half in his hood and the chicabo placed carefully on her bed. Pink water bottle in hand and-] You want a vase with a flower you can pull one off the coffee table.

[There may or may not have been a few vases with flowers.

Shut up, the omnic had thought they brought a bit of color to the house. Somehow they hadn't wilted.

Taking another swig from the bottle before setting it down between them there on the floor.]

Find everything to your liking? [A little dry and a hint of possible slurring but hey.

It was teasing.]

[It's hard to juxtapose the Reaper from a year ago, two years ago, with Gabriel Reyes offering snark from the floor. So Jack...

Honestly, he doesn't want to. It's not that he's ignorant or ignoring it, it's just more effort than he cares to think about right now. Honestly, he feels almost like this could be thirty years ago, when they were both still young and stupid. Sure, they didn't have this farmhouse or mass of pets, but...

It's the feel of it all. The feeling that has him still glowing that soft warmth, like a miniature sun. Not bright enough to blind, not hot enough to cause discomfort, but like a refreshing cup of coffee on a cold day where you can just enjoy using to warm your hands as well as enjoying the scent...

...of fresh soil?]

Guess you get a couple stars out of five.

[At least he was sitting up -somewhat- now, even if still there on the floor- and maybe snagging a piece or two of that chicken. May as well eat if Jack was just going to raid his fridge and everything.

Was enough there, he always wrapped it up in larger portions just to try and- it was something that made more sens when he was sober, honestly.

God, it was forever ago when either of them could have gotten drunk so easily before shit really kicked in.]

Keep the stars since you're sharing.

[Relaxed a little more than he was, and if he noticed anything. Well, he wasn't saying.]

[When he's drunk, here, usually it's just enough to relax. The glow, warmth, and scent is...a bit new, and he doesn't seem to notice any of it, himself. He does, however, share without protest, and may quite possibly have brought enough utensils for two.]

I'm not the host. [beat] And if we're finishing off the jug, 'mstaying over to sleep it off.

[It's a...tentative probe. He could get back to the warehouse if he wanted to, probably, but...]

[How thoughtful.]

Fine with me, got a couple spare bedrooms in this place, or the couch.

[Gabriel may have definitely grabbed a utensil and somehow managed to scoot himself in close enough beside Jack to eat easier. The dogs having finally gotten off him. Even if they were all sticking close.

Surrounded by dogs on his floor drinking and eating leftovers.

... Honestly? Better than the evening and night would have gone if he hadn't reached out. A lot better.]

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