pc catchall for wei wuxian (givethemhell)

[uncurtained]

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[uncurtained]

Well, as long as it's a tasty lumpy mess...

[As she tries to think of what they'll need to make these, she follows her excellent priorities and grabs two shot glasses first.]

[givethemhell]

[Is this not the key ingredient to drunk baking?? He crowds over while she's pouring, clearly excited to start this midnight good choices train.]

Wouldn't know, didn't actually try any of them! They smelled alright, at least? Nowhere near as good as some of the other things people have made, but a snack is a snack.

[uncurtained]

Well, I'll make an effort to make ours not lumpy.

[With a smile, she holds a full shot glass out to him, clinking her glass against his.]

Cheers.

[And then she downs it.]

[givethemhell]

[CLINK AND TANK. That sure is... tequila. He looks a little surprised, glancing at the bottle.]

Haha, that's a distinctive taste, isn't it? Not bad!

[uncurtained]

[Once she's done making a face at how strong it is, she looks his way, surprised.]

Oh, wow, you've never had it before? What do you think?

[She's

already pouring more.]

[givethemhell]

[THIS IS A TERRIBLE IDEA BECAUSE HE HAS NO SELF-CONTROL WHEN IT COMES TO GOOD DRINKS IN GOOD COMPANY they're gonna fuckin set the oven on fire.]

I like it! Can't remember any other drinks that have tasted quite the same. Is this a favorite of yours?

[uncurtained]

[As she takes another shot and hands him his:]

Yeah, it’s pretty good. Ooh, have you ever had a margarita? If not, I’m totally making you one later.

[As she says that, she’s dipping into the pantry really quick to grab the dry ingredients.]

[givethemhell]

[TANKIN THAT SHOT TOO hoo boy.]

I haven't! If this is in there, you should make me two!

[god i hate him

He's also trotting after her to start fishing the wet ingredients out of their fridge! What he remembers, anyway, which is just eggs and milk.]

[uncurtained]

Hm... If you grab me a lime, maybe I’ll take you up on that.

[She says, as she

pours another round of shots, before grabbing a mixing bowl.]

[givethemhell]

[They're both gonna fuckin die. He slams back that shot too, and then moseys over to the pantry to rummage around for a lime... Just leaving her to do the actual work here like a SCRUB I GUESS.]

Need anything else outside of limes? And do we have all of the cookie ingredients?

[uncurtained]

Can you grab the butter? Oh, and some salt.

[google tells me you need orange liqueur but she's not making him go back to any bar so these are not going to be margaritas as much as tequila with lime juice and salt,

Either way, she takes the next shot. It's definitely starting to effect her by now.]

[givethemhell]

Mm, got it! Just a second--

[RUMMAGE RUMMAGE eventually he meanders back over with the lime, salt, butter, and a handful of peanuts?? Where did those come from. He bumps into her shoulder as he dumps it all on the counter, but it's not tipsy clumsiness so much as on-the-way-to-tipsy friendliness.]

Anything else? What now?

[uncurtained]

[She might not know where they came from, but she’s definitely giving an excited “ooh” when she sees them, reaching out to nab one.]

Did you get vanilla extract?

[She pours another shot into the glasses, missing a little bit and splashing some onto the counter. It’s fine.]

[givethemhell]

[They are just out here eating these peanuts that were magicked out of some dark place I GUESS.]

Eh-- Wait, what? Did you ask for that?

[SCRATCHING HIS HEAD he can't remember?! He pauses to look through his robes, as if he might have stuffed it in there and just forgotten about it.]

[uncurtained]

...No, I definitely forgot. My bad, I'll go grab it.

[OFF SHE GOES a little clumsily. Be right back, roommate.]

[givethemhell]

Mm, alright! Don't get lost!

[He just

pours himself another shot in her absence and slams that back, too. By the time she wanders back over, he's humming to himself and stacking peanut shells in one hand.]

[uncurtained]

[As she comes back in, holding the vanilla:]

I didn't get lost!

[That has no right to sound so triumphant.]

[givethemhell]

[He immediately sets his stack of peanut shells down (ruining the tower, which was more of a blob anyway) to applaud her triumphant return!]

Ah, marvelous! I knew you could do it! That's already steps one through ten done successfully, then!

[SINCE WHEN.]

[uncurtained]

[She's

not going to question this.]

Okay! Now... Dry ingredients. So, um, flour, sugar, baking soda... Or was it baking powder? Or both?

[She's also taking the shot she left on the counter before running away to get the vanilla.]

[givethemhell]

[Hoo boy they're already doing... great.]

Both! Might as well err on the safe side.

[HOW IS THAT SAFE. He also starts pulling eggs out of the carton?? He's just putting them on the counter... These are not the dry ingredients.]

[uncurtained]

Good plan.

[no it's not

Regardless, she's picking up the eggs as he sets them down and cracking them into the bowl with a little bit too much force. That's regardless of how many eggs he's setting on the counter, so. Can't wait for him to have put, like, six eggs out here!!]

[givethemhell]

[YEAH IT SURE WAS ALMOST SIX five get set out on the counter one by one and the sixth one slips out from between his little pinching demon fingers and splats unceremoniously onto the floor.]

—Oh. That egg was a bit slippery, haha.

[NO IT WASN'T. But he'll just reach down with his bare hands to scoop the egg guts and shell bits up and go carry it over to the trash can like a fool.]

[uncurtained]

Do you need a napkin...?

[She makes no move to get a napkin. She does, however, stare down at the baking supplies for a moment with a small frown.]

Did we get cup measures?

[givethemhell]

Nope, I got it!

[He says, just leaving the rest of the egg leftovers on the... floor...

He's also leaving before he hears "measures" and coming back with some cups. Just regular-ass cups.]

Anything else?

[uncurtained]

[She looks at the regular cups for a few moments.

She takes another drink.]

No, I think that's fiiiine. You wanna do the honors?

[with

with what part]