rose-colored glasses seem to be the rage

[exanimatus.livejournal.com]

Who: Cain and Zelman
What: Another silly "date", drinking edition!
When: July 3 (tomorrow).
Where: Some classy joint out in town.
Rating: PG-13, for a cornucopia of bad decisions.


He's really not sure what to think of Cain. He's as idealistic as his brother, but consistently proves to be a lot more fun. He's not really sure where the luncheon turned into a two-person drinking party (but he has a sneaking suspicious it was probably around the time they started discussing science-y things). Maybe they're just so good at politely mirroring each other that they've unwittingly locked each other into an unending cycle. Maybe it's just really good liquor.

Either way, he doesn't expect too much; his body refuses to let these sorts of things hold affect for very long. But he feels a certain sort of detached satisfaction when he thinks of how many drinks he's had and realizes, dully, that he can't seem to count past four.

He glances towards Cain over a too-long sip from his glass. What were they talking about?

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[derpish.livejournal.com]

Cain didn't drink very often, and he could count the amount of times he had actually been drunk on one hand. It wasn't exactly encouraged for the leader of the Red Mars Project to go drinking all the time, and it took a fair amount of doing to get an advanced clone drunk anyway.

Yet now was certainly one of those times, and he was beginning to notice his vision was blurred even with his glasses on. Putting his glass on the table firmly for emphasis before speaking.

"I don't think penguins should be even classified as birds."