“My, my…”

The blonde next to you shoots a lazy smile, an arm propping up his face as you converse. Though…

The “conversation” has become increasingly incoherent after your third glass.

The two of you (you, after some convincing) decided to celebrate your recent successful project on a distant planet in the Asdana star system, a project the IPC has had their hands on for at least an entire Amber Era. Thanks to his calculated cunning and your own efforts, the reclamation went smoothly. Anyways, it was pretty long into the night, most guests in the bar having gone already— or being dragged out of the place begrudgingly. Aventurine swirls the glass in his hand, chuckling.

“For someone as composed as you are, you’re quite the lightweight.”

A mixture of blue and purple peer into the state of you above his glass. It felt like a privilege. His colleague, always so uptight, now slumped over, red faced and eyes half lidded.