[She's not telling him until he gets there with the snacks.]
Oh! That's a lovely idea. Yes, do that. It's been a while since I've seen Doty's artwork.
[She's not sure that she's got the desire to murder so much as she needs to just get some things off of her chest. And who better than her best friend?
When he arrives in the courtyard, it's obvious that she's conjured up enough alcohol to pour glasses for all of Vox Machina a few times over and she's already started. Trinket is out of Raven's Slumber, sleeping behind her as she rests against her bear, drinking and scowling.]
[She'll hear Doty's clanking footsteps well before he appears in the yard, though neither keep her waiting for long. At Tary's gesture the automaton waits at the edge of the yard for whatever they might need him for, and meanwhile he heads over to park himself beside her, hesitating only a fraction of a second before giving the bear a light pat to make his presence known. He's still not exactly a bear person, but he can appreciate a protective ball of muscle and fluff as much as the next man, and Vex loves him so that's what is most important. Plus, living with her back in Whitestone meant being very much used to (and mostly enjoying) his presence.
He sets the tray of snacks in the space in front of them, near the alcohol, and reaches for a glass.]
I see this is a "get positively smashed" kind of bitching. Whatever happened?
[She looks up when she hears Doty and gives both the automaton and his creator a huge smile as she lifts her glass of wine. It's not the "I'm already ten cups in and this night is finally starting to get better" smile she wears when she's drunk, but it's definitely not the "I'm ready to strangle someone because they're just so fucking stupid" smile either.
She scooches over for him to sit next to her. Trinket gives out a snorty breath through his nose when Tary touches him, but that's all the movement the bear gives in his semi-hibernation sleep he's experiencing right then.]
You remember how I've been doing those advice posts over the relics, yes? I think I've actually found one who might be too hopeless to help.
[Her smile is a little too in-between the norm for him to parse, so of course he's fishing for more information. There's no bitch-and-drink session if the bitching isn't in full swing.]
How could I forget? You give such lovingly brutal advice. [The honest truth can be cruel, but it is so often necessary. He makes absurd enough choices that he's survived that advice a few times himself.] Are they not understanding, or just too stubborn to listen?
[She's not quite ready to be cruel to anyone, but she's definitely on her way to getting rather drunk. It's only better now that Tary's here. Getting it out into the ether and out of her system while enjoying the company of one of her favorite people is the way to live.]
Yes, well, sometimes we all need someone to sit us down and punch us in the gut with the truth. It's the only way to improve, right?
As for the person, I think it's a bit of both. He... they? I think it's a guy, but I don't really know, so I'll stick with they. Anyway, they appear to be in a very complicated sort of love triangle but instead of trying to face it, they're running away and avoiding all contact with the other two people.
That sounds like a very swift method of losing friends.
[He knows a thing or two about one's own pride and misunderstanding (or denial) of self getting you into trouble. And in his case it had taken a literal punch in the gut, and then some, to trigger some improvement. And look at him now! Somehow a member of Vox Machina. Coolest friends in the world. Drinking on a bear. Not in a love triangle, but nobody's perfect.]
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And if you can, swing by the kitchen and get some meat and cheese. I forgot.
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Certainly! I'll bring the finest rage-snacks I can find. Shall I bring Doty for sketching out mugshots for target practice?
[He's been around long enough to know there are different varieties of drink-and-bitch sessions. Sometimes violence is needed.]
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Oh! That's a lovely idea. Yes, do that. It's been a while since I've seen Doty's artwork.
[She's not sure that she's got the desire to murder so much as she needs to just get some things off of her chest. And who better than her best friend?
When he arrives in the courtyard, it's obvious that she's conjured up enough alcohol to pour glasses for all of Vox Machina a few times over and she's already started. Trinket is out of Raven's Slumber, sleeping behind her as she rests against her bear, drinking and scowling.]
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He sets the tray of snacks in the space in front of them, near the alcohol, and reaches for a glass.]
I see this is a "get positively smashed" kind of bitching. Whatever happened?
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She scooches over for him to sit next to her. Trinket gives out a snorty breath through his nose when Tary touches him, but that's all the movement the bear gives in his semi-hibernation sleep he's experiencing right then.]
You remember how I've been doing those advice posts over the relics, yes? I think I've actually found one who might be too hopeless to help.
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How could I forget? You give such lovingly brutal advice. [The honest truth can be cruel, but it is so often necessary. He makes absurd enough choices that he's survived that advice a few times himself.] Are they not understanding, or just too stubborn to listen?
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Yes, well, sometimes we all need someone to sit us down and punch us in the gut with the truth. It's the only way to improve, right?
As for the person, I think it's a bit of both. He... they? I think it's a guy, but I don't really know, so I'll stick with they. Anyway, they appear to be in a very complicated sort of love triangle but instead of trying to face it, they're running away and avoiding all contact with the other two people.
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[He knows a thing or two about one's own pride and misunderstanding (or denial) of self getting you into trouble. And in his case it had taken a literal punch in the gut, and then some, to trigger some improvement. And look at him now! Somehow a member of Vox Machina. Coolest friends in the world. Drinking on a bear. Not in a love triangle, but nobody's perfect.]