<span style="font-size: 15px"><span style="font-family:Open Sans">"Mathis wouldn't know what to think, I bet," Vasyli said, snorting. Kevice teased him about the way he was laying there though the elf didn't care. It helped, and at least he'd made the choice to be there. The drug did limit his options but this was good enough.<br/>
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"Oh, shut up Kevice. I'm not going to ask you to do any of that," Vasyli growled. "And I'm not going to puke." He just didn't want to be left alone in a strange place, some of his function dulled out, other senses heightened. Kevice said he wasn't going anywhere, at least sticking it out and taking some responsibility now that he'd gotten Vasyli away from his comforts. He agreed to do things more his way if they decided to get social again in the future. Vasyli decided it likely would have a lot to do with how the night ended. It wouldn't have been so bad if Vasyli had asked. Kevice hadn't tricked him, simply offered to share. It didn't go unnoticed now that Kevice had been smart enough to ask before consuming the alcohol but he had more practice at this sort of thing. Vasyli didn't want to seem so closeminded but he decided having a fit was probably worse. He probably owed it to Kevice to make this experience up to him at least.<br/>
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"All of it is different. None of it is bad, really. Not even human wine, and it's much cheaper of course than proper elven wine. That is more for enjoying paired with a fine sort of meal. Not like what we usually get. Human wine goes better with that swill." Though really none of it was all that bad. Vasyli had taken a lot of things for granted when he was younger. "Makes you appreciate the occasional treat that much more. Back in my home town everything was decadent. Rich foods, perfectly aged wine." His family didn't know how to adjust to living in their means and it took it's tole on their family. Vasyli had adjusted much better than they had though he imagined they were doing okay now.<br/>
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"I prefer my dry wines if I have the luxury of choice. Strong and bitter." Though he didn't care so much as long as it filled that need. "The sweet with this alcohol here is to try and cover up the rough fermentation process." It wasn't bad either but Vasyli didn't think he wasn't to drink it all the time.<br/>
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"I'm okay.. just don't want to move. You go get what you want. " He tried to sound like his usual confident self but all that would crumble if he got the idea that Kevice had left him longer than necessary to go grab a cushion.<br/>
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"We used to have someone that did the needles and pain act. Not much wiggle room with it. Weight distribution is all it is. Folks are harder to impress now. Mathis is harder to impress." Vasyli let out a sigh, fingers trailing up the cool railing, much better off when he wasn't trying to rush off. Kevice, and the conversation itself served as a distraction.<br/>
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"What'll you do next do you think when Mathis starts asking for more from you?"</span></span>