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The Suit and Tie Meme

Congratulations. If your character is in this meme, it doesn't matter if they're male, female, humanoid or not - if they're tagging in or waiting it out - they're now sporting the classiest of suits and ties. Is there an event? Some bizarre clothing swap? Are you spies, other kinds of professionals? Don't ask. That's for you to answer. Just enjoy the formalwear.
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Chuck sighs and leans against the pillar.
"You look like you're having about much fun as I am," he says wryly, stabbing at his plate.
ew it ate my formatting
"Yeah," he grunts, taking another long swig. "It's just a blast, isn't it?"
:( so hungry
Re: :( so hungry
"Yeah, a bit."
Pointless and a waste of time. He could so be doing something else.
Anything else.
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He's turning it into an eyeroll and another focus on his plate of finger food.
"You want this?" He asks, shoving the plate in Raleigh's direction. "I need another drink."
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"Uh, sure."
He takes the plate and picks at it, popping a little cucumber sandwich into his mouth.
"Grab me one?"
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But he does grab two full cups on his return. He is waylayed momentarily by the daughter of someone important, but, after an expression of supreme discomfort, he flashes a charming smile and manages to escape.
"Your go next," he informs Raleigh, handing him the cup and taking an enthusiastic sip from his.
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He's disposed of the plate and his empty drink by the time Chuck comes back, and he takes it with a relieved smirk.
"You got it."
Which will probably be sooner rather than later, because he's taking a long drink from it, draining about a third of the liquid.
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"Careful," he warns, mouth twisting in what might be a smirk. "It's a mine field of stupid small talk." And flirting that's actually less subtle than he'd expect.
Besides, he's got all the awkward he can handle right here. At least Raleigh's a familiar sorta stupid,
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He's gonna have to back off otherwise he's gonna end up sloshed and Mako's gonna be mad.
"Ugh." He shakes his head. "Should've brought my own, I guess."
Yeah. This is familiar stupid. He can work with that, though shockingly enough they aren't fighting.
Yet.
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Not that he'll end up much better.
"Your own?" Chuck quirks an eyebrow at him.
Well a fist fight would certainly liven things up a bit. But then they'd have to deal with the disappointed expressions on Mako and Herc. Not angry, just disappointed.
"I think these windows open up to a patio or something," he says, looking outside.
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"Yeah, y'know. Moonshine, vodka, something." Then he wouldn't have to face over 9000 people and smile politely when he goes to get a drink.
He follow's Chuck's gaze and finds that he's right, upon closer inspection and pushing aside the curtains it is revealed that the large windows are, in fact, doors.
Raleigh gestures with his hand, head tilting.
"Gonna escape. Coming?"
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He's already reaching behind him to turn the handle without being too obvious that they're going outside to hide. "It was my idea," he mutters out of the corner of his mouth, rolling his eyes.
But he pushes the door open to let Raleigh go first.
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"'S not as bad as it sounds," he says with a grin, sliding through the door when Chuck cracks it. "And it was a good idea."
Hey he can give credit where it's due.
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Chuck closes the door firmly after making sure it won't lock behind them.
It's not so much a patio as it is a garden with a courtyard. Chuck is sure it'd be a lovely garden in the daylight. As it's night, and most of the light is streaming through the curtains from the party indoors, there's not a lot to see. Chuck takes a deep breath of the fresh(er) air and loosens his tie.
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"Got a batch, in my room."
Raleigh follows suit (haha pun), and lifts his free hand to tug a little at his tie so he's got breathing room.
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Mm though now that it's dark, Chuck can take a seat on one of the benches and ogle Raleigh in his suit and not be so obvious.
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"Guess I could get it," he says thoughtfully, swirling the liquid in his glass.
"You gonna stay here?"
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Mmm but..
"Not planning on going anywhere."
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"Probably," Raleigh says cheerfully, polishing his drink off and setting it on the bench not far from Chuck.
"I'll be back."
Clearly the prospect of it being a 'bad idea' doesn't register with Raleigh or he just doesn't care because about eight minutes later he reappears, looking smug as a motherfucker and swaggering back up, flash of a stainless steel flask in his hand.
"Still here?" If not, he'll go find his date again, see if she wants any.
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Did he have to do the swagger? The same swagger that had fifteen year old Chuck's pulse racing?
"What exactly is that?" He asks, eyeing the flask doubtfully. "Or do I not wanna know and I should just not let it touch the sides of my mouth."
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Of course he has to swagger. It's how he rolls.
He snorts, and drags up a metal garden chair before flopping in it.
"Moonshine. Apple pie, I think it used to be called in the south." Georgia, Florida south.
"Tastes like shit, but it's strong." Raleigh tips the flask and sips, shudders, then offers. "Wouldn't recommend holding it in your mouth long."
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"If this goes pear shaped I'm saying you pressured me into drinking this," he informs Raleigh, taking the flash and taking a swig. He gives a twitch and head shake, but appears to be fine. Apart from a little eye watering.
"Not bad."
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"Just don't chug it."
He had done that once. It'd been a nightmare for poor Yancy.
"I've had worse. It burns, but it's made pretty well."
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He takes another pretty hefty swig before handing it back. He can handle his liquor, Becket.
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