driftfleet | Huntress Mingle!

wtf mickey where the hell are you??? i kno ur like spooky invisible 99% of the time, but srsly we got work to do??? dont u dare literally ghost me

[continues to literally ghost him for a few more hours]

[Mmmmkay. No reply?

Fine. Let's do this. Taako cracks his knuckles and starts sending messages every twenty minutes or so.]

yo mickey copyright infringement!! im talkin 2 u!!

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u better answer my texts or im gonna do some dumb shit

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im going to dye your apron puce colored

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i totally did that thing. holy fuck its ugly

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okay no i changed it back bc jeezy creezy that was a bad color

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its now tie-dyed and making my eyes want to bleed

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yeah thats a perma-change whoops cant undo that one

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MIKE DID U DIE I STG I WILL KILL U IF U DIED

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nope checked with krav and not dead

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so ur just being a turd good to know WHERE R U

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i hate making ice cream why is this so hard 2 do

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haha i made a snow dick outta ice cream
[A corrupted image file is attached and won't open]

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shit did that not go thru?

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[There are twelve texts of the same corrupted image in rapid fire, none of them will open.]

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eh whatever i ate it so u missed out

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srsly r u ded? ur legally obligated 2 tell me if u are

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hellooooooooooooooooooo ghoooooooost booooooooooooooooy

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hey?

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did something happen??

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what's goin on? r u ok????

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Fuck it. I'm coming over in 10 minutes if you don't answer me and I'll tie-dye your entire room horrible shades so even in the Astral Plane you won't have any rest of this eye-searing rainbow horror.

Answer. Me. Mikleo.

[......

taako what the fuck

Mikleo stares down at his communicator as the last message (and the very clear threat) chimes its arrival, debating for a long moment if he ought to just continue ignoring it. But if Taako is actually going to bother coming over then not answering him will do very little good.

He... probably means well. Probably.]

I wasn't ignoring you intentionally. I turned my communicator off.

The Huntress lost people when we returned to the ships. I apologize for not messaging you about the restaurant.

[It's more formally written than how he normally speaks with Taako, but he's not about to delve into his misery over text. No thank you.]

[Okay, thank the gods, there's an answer. He was really not looking forward to having to get up and put on presentable clothes and prepare a speech about shirking responsibilities despite him always doing it and UGH it was so much work. But then his phone beeped and he was relieved to see the sender was, in fact, his errant boss/partner/employee, Mikleo himself.

Or, he was relieved, until he saw the uncharacteristically formal message and realized what this could mean. The Huntress was his ship and the people he lived with? ...Well, actually, Taako had no clue, but it wasn't difficult to look up the ship's roster and see a very conspicuously absent name.]

...Well fuck.

[It takes him a bit to compose the reply, but after a few minutes he shoots back:]

you want some booze? can u get drunk? fck it i'll bring booze

[And then a moment later:]

unless u wanna b alone. i get that

[Good thing this is text, because his gut reaction is a big NOPE. But that's... kind of rude, and he needs to stop isolating himself. And that was weirdly nice for Taako, so... maybe he ought to see where this rabbit hole goes.]

I've never been drunk.

I do have ice cream here, though.

non

non-phallic

[It's not a no...?]

then hold onto ur butt bc we're gettin u drunk af
best way to deal w/ this shit honestly
that and non-dick shaped ice cream even if thats honestly the best shape

b there in 20?

Edited 2019-03-13 04:49 (UTC)

I'm sure I'll regret this, but sure.

I'll be in the Huntress lounge.

[Still kind of sulking with a book, but at least with a bin of ice cream chilling in an ice bucket nearby now.]

get sum water ready then!!

[And some carb-heavy foods, which he can bring. He does have to think of what will go well with ice cream though. His go-to of vodka and whiskey are a little too harsh. But chocolate liqueur? Fuck yeah. Bailey's? Deffo.

He just has to steal a bottle or two from the bar and?

About 30 minutes later, he shows up in the lounge though. Ten minutes late, but with a bag of french fries in one hand and two (mostly) full bottles of liqueur in the other. He's going to inject some cheer into Mikleo's shitty life if he has to get alcohol poisoning to do it.]

Fuckin'! Time to get lit and forget your troubles!

[But... he's a water seraph, why would he have to- sigh. Alright, he'll cross that bridge if they come to it.

It's a good thing he is a water seraph, though, because otherwise the ice cream would definitely have melted by then. He looks up and tucks a mark into his book when Taako arrives, looking... well, mostly confused, but at least not bawling his eyes out.]

I'm not sure that's how it actually works, but okay.

One of two ways: you either get so drunk you cry it out or you get so drunk you black out and forget for a bit.

Either way?

[He drops the bag of fries on the table and then plops the two liqueur bottles right next to it.]

You get drunk and sort it out later.

[Mikleo sets his book aside and leans in to look, squinting at Taako's offering. Not that he doesn't appreciate it, but...]

Fries? With ice cream?

Uh ch'yeah? Have you never dipped fries in a milkshake before? It's amazing.

[He flops down onto the couch next to Mikleo and cracks the two bottles of liqueur open, weighing which one to start working on first.]

You wanna get coffee drunk or chocolate drunk?

I can't say I have.

[Oh well, he'll give it a try. What's the worst that can happen?]

Chocolate, I think. I'm not much of a coffee drinker.

Where are your cups then because we're making boozy milkshakes up in here!

[He grabs the bottle of chocolate liqueur and jumps up, heading toward the kitchen.]

Bring the cold stuff! You're better at that.

[Wh- oh, we're moving? We're moving. Okay.

Wth a quiet sigh Mikleo drags himself off the couch, following Taako with the ice cream bucket in hand. Let's... see where this goes.]

There should be fresh milk still in the fridge...

[As soon as he's in the kitchen, Taako is in the fridge, rooting around. He grabs the milk and sets it on the counter, then starts rummaging through the cupboards hoping to find a blender.]

Get the two biggest cups you have. Fuck, we can drink out of vases if we have to. I'm making us some amazing shakes as big as your head.

I don't think vases are necessary. Even if we did have them.

[Most of the flowers and plants here grow naturally on board, left alone in their soil. It's more natural like that, and for seraphim, that bit's important.

He does do as requested, though, heading for the right cupboard and offering up two of the largest available mugs to Taako.]

[Blender acquired, he plunks it down on the counter and starts popping open the liqueur and the milk.

Then he grabs the mugs and sets them down a little more carefully before he starts pouring way more chocolate liqueur into the blender than is probably considered safe for a person's liver. Good thing neither of them are strictly human or entirely mortal. As he adds in a bit of milk, he motions for Mikleo to start scooping the ice cream in.]

You haven't lived until you've gotten so drunk you chug it out of a vase, Mickey. That's when you know the party's poppin' off.

[Evidently there really is no escaping that nickname... drawing attention to it will only make it worse, though, so he rolls his eyes and ignores it. Instead he ventures over and starts adding the ice cream to the mugs. He's made milkshakes plenty of times before - only the alcohol part is new - so at least this is familiar.]

I don't actually have that much party experience, believe it or not.

[As Mikleo loads the cups with ice cream, Taako holds a hand to his chest, trying his best to put on a semblance of shock. Which he thinks he does a pretty good job with!]

Say it ain't so, Ghosty-boy! I never would have guessed!

[Except for the part where he can't keep the mockery out of his voice.

It was a good try.

With the main ingredient in, he grabs the blender and gives each one a quick shot through to mix it, but not enough to thin it out. The thick consistency is going to be important for maximum fry dippage.]

We'll just have to change that. Maybe I can get you to chug it straight out of the bottle even.

Is being drunk just an excuse for acting irresponsibly?

[Because if so, no wonder Zaveid was such a fan of the stuff.]

More like a direct cause of having fun?

[And yes, acting irresponsibly.

He pulses the blender a few more times until he gets the thickness he wants, then pours them into the waiting mugs, determined not to waste a single drop.]

And I need some fun. [And, more importantly, Mikleo needs it.] This whole thing has been absolutely shitty from beginning to end and I'm done with it.

[Taako slides a mug toward Mikleo and raises his with a grin.]

So? Here's to not thinking today.

[Mikleo hesitates, then raises his own glass in solidarity.]

Not thinking... that would be nice, yeah.

[Then he takes a long sip! ...And his lips immediately curve into a slight grimace, leaning away. The milkshake helps with the taste, definitely, but...]

Is it supposed to burn like that?

[Taako takes a drink and laughs at Mikleo's face.]

Have you never had alcohol before? Of course it burns a little. I made these strong as fuck on purpose.

text; a few days after the return to the ships

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