As their duet ended, the two men returned to their booth, not saying a word. Between those two, words were pointless, after all. Each could feel the pain in the other's heart, and a silent understanding was broken softly with "So, you're going to avoid him, then, or will you keep going till you get a restraining order?" A light elbow to Alaras's ribs was the start of a reply, "I won't go out of my way to find him, but I won't go out of my way to avoid him either. It'll be up to him if he decides to change his mind." "I suppose you're right, Marc. Besides, between my crazed fan-club and your old habit of paying people to pretend to be your girlfriend, we're both screwed. All we can do is wait for someone to see past it all, I guess. Well, I'm going to get going. I kind of said I'd go drinking with someone. See you!" They exchanged their farewells quietly, belying the strength of their bond forged since Alaras came to this colony ship. Marc waited until his friend had driven away before he unknowingly shed a few tears. Nobody really noticed over the sounds of Fire Bomber's "My Soul For You", but it stung for him all the same. Meanwhile, Alaras had gotten into his car and headed for home, for a quiet date with a fifth of good Stolichnaya vodka, some orange liquor, a bit of milk, orange juice, pineapple juice, some ice cubes, and a shaker. Upon arrival at home, he rolled some marijuana, smoked his joint, mixed his first drink, and downed it in a few gulps. It was the first of several in mourning for his no-longer-existent love and social lives...
OOC: It's just a modified version of a screwdriver, made to my tastes and meant to be multiple drinks
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