The way Dom's face screws up when he sniffs the proffered bottle should be enough to tell a bystander whatever's inside is an affront to both God and liquor.
He still drinks it.
"Doesn't the new pilot deserve one more than I do?"
"No because this isn't for you. God, you're so self-centered." Maryle reaches her hand out for her bottle back, head listing to the side just a bit as she remains upside down.
"Then you may throw a welcome back party not-for-me." He dangles the bottle toward Maryle. "And yes, as a matter of fact, I am. It's refreshing not to be subjected to chipped renditions of Dragostea Din Tei. Sometimes three in one evening." Pres cities really are dystopian.
Maryle half-heartedly grasps at the bottle, because she knows even if Dom keeps it from her to sate his sadism, he'll eventually give in like he always does.
"You're the worst person." Stated matter-of-factly, with only a hint of slur.
"And what the fuck," she laughs, "We must have been shits in our past life, Dom."
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Too impatient to wait for any further pity from her friend, Maryle, with a collection of noises of discontent, twists and turns and wiggles until she's pivoted herself around to take the bottle.
She gives Dom a look, a 'see how talented and resourceful I am' look, before taking a long drink.
"No, don't think we have. Maybe we'll be snails next time." She does appear to be genuinely considering their future life situation. "Or, what do you think?"
He shoots the look back, which flits to a nearby chair before returning to Maryle, like it adds 'talented and resourceful people sit on chairs like human beings.'
"Parrots? They cause a ruckus. My mother was locked in turf warfare against a flock when we lived in Miri."
Maryle refuses to honor this pointed look, instead shifting so that her chin digs into Dom's thigh, right above his knee, as she maintains her position sitting on the ground.
"Did she win?"
It's always a little strange to ask about the past, but right now it doesn't feel so terrible.
"I'd love to get into a turf war with someone's mom," she sighs as she glances off almost dreamily.
"The parrot queen of Miri reigned for two more years," he replies sagely. "I suppose that makes me a parrot prince." (Appropriate.) "I doubt she would have won if your reincarnation was the ring leader."
Digging her chin in a little more at the expense of her own comfort (let it never be said that she isn't willing to commit), Maryle, despite her assault, smiles contently at this story. Parrot queen. Parrot prince.
"I know, I would have been her worst nightmare. Alright, let's be parrots next time. The monarchy is generally frowned upon, though."
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Maryle & Dom
He still drinks it.
"Doesn't the new pilot deserve one more than I do?"
Maryle & Dom
"Toooooo serious, it'd be a waste. And I like you more than him."
Maryle & Dom
Maryle & Dom
"You having fun, though?"
Maryle & Dom
Maryle & Dom
"You're the worst person." Stated matter-of-factly, with only a hint of slur.
"And what the fuck," she laughs, "We must have been shits in our past life, Dom."
Maryle & Dom
Maryle & Dom
She gives Dom a look, a 'see how talented and resourceful I am' look, before taking a long drink.
"No, don't think we have. Maybe we'll be snails next time." She does appear to be genuinely considering their future life situation. "Or, what do you think?"
Maryle & Dom
"Parrots? They cause a ruckus. My mother was locked in turf warfare against a flock when we lived in Miri."
Maryle & Dom
"Did she win?"
It's always a little strange to ask about the past, but right now it doesn't feel so terrible.
"I'd love to get into a turf war with someone's mom," she sighs as she glances off almost dreamily.
Maryle & Dom
Maryle & Dom
"I know, I would have been her worst nightmare. Alright, let's be parrots next time. The monarchy is generally frowned upon, though."