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[ota] i am a super srs rper

[hi, voyagers. there's a drunk!teleporter/telepathic/telekinetic near your pool. john young has literally never been drunk before but things happened back home and he got kicked out of the lair cause of stuff and drunkness happened, and he would like to be even more drunk tyvm.

hiiiiiii, pool. good pool.

he's basically a big, drunk puppy.]

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[Yes. Later. When he's less drunk an more sober. She heads over to the bar and gets him a glass of water before coming back to him, handing him the glass with a smile as she sits on the edge of the lounge.]

Here. Drink. It'll help you not have a hangover. Keep you hydrated.

[John lifts up the glass, taking a long drink from it until he's had nearly all of the water in it, and then he closes his eyes, lets out a breath.]

This ship has some... terrible timing. [It's said quietly as he slides a hand over his face.] I wasn't intending on ending up here while I was drunk.

[John wasn't really intending on anything at all though which was part of the problem.]

[She chuckles softly, before shaking her head.]

I guess there are worse places to be while drunk. Maybe it wanted to make sure you weren't drunk alone.

[Not that she knows he was alone while drunk at home, but she has an inkling.]

[John swallows at what she says, because she is very right about that. He had been drunk and alone. Stephen would have found him in another hour, taken him home after finding out Cara kicked him out to start with.

But he was definitely alone before the ship happened.] Maybe.

[there's a pause.] Was it that obvious? That I was... alone before.

[She shakes her head. It isn't. She doesn't really know enough about him to be able to tell, but she has a feeling that when you drink like that, for the first time, you don't want to be around other people.]

Just a feeling.

[A instinct, maybe.]

[John swallows before he nods, sliding a hand behind his neck before he lets out a breath.]

It's a good one. [Feeling or instinct, she has good ones of both of them.] It was a stupid, reckless choice, and I don't... think I'll drink again.

[ever again.]

[She nods a bit. She doesn't want to say good, because John doesn't seem to be the nasty drunk her father is, but at the same time, her dad wasn't always a nasty drunk either.]

Did something happen? That made you want to?

[Walls, walls, walls, John is surrounded by them for a long, long time. Even the people he is closest to, he doesn't let them in, not all the way.]

Yeah. [It's fair to say that he can't really hide that, and it's not that he wants to. He just-- he doesn't know how else to operate. Every good, meaningful thing can be used against you if you admit to it.] My world- It's not safe for people like me, for my species.

[They don't' consider themselves human. He doesn't consider himself human (but he's not exactly a tomorrow person either, is he?)] We have to... stay hidden, and I've been trying to help my people stay hidden except I messed things up a lot of times and got kicked out tonight.

[She listens quietly as he explains, and when he reaches the end, her face softens in sympathy. Getting rejected like that couldn't have been easy, so she can understand why he did it. It doesn't make it a good thing, though.

She reaches over and gives his hand a squeeze.]

I'm sorry.

[John looks up at her at what she says. He swallows as he feels her hand giving his own a squeeze, and he is very grateful for her presence in this moment when he feels at... one of his lowest.]

Thanks. Me too. [it's said quietly.] I still... shouldn't have done that. I've never done that.

Never been a big fan of the stuff. [alcohol that is.]

[She shakes her head.]

Me either.

[It turns people into something they're not - or maybe it just strips away the layers until the real person they are is revealed - either way, Zoe isn't fond of the results. Illusions still get destroyed, and she's not sure which is the worse option.]

It sounds like you have... had experience with it.

[And not from drinking it herself, but from the comment she made and the fact that she doesn't like it either.

The foster dad that he had was always an asshole, but he only got violent about it when he was drinking... and he drank all the time, used all their money on alcohol instead of feeding the kids that he was 'taking care of'. The smell of whiskey to this day can still make John feel nauseous.]

[There's a long pause and a deep breath as she tries to actually form the words, but even then it isn't easy. There's a lot of history that goes with it, a lot of implications that come with a kid who's father drinks, but sometimes all you have to do is say it for it to make sense.]

My dad drinks a lot.

[She glances back to him and gives a bit of a shrug.]

I've pretty much gotten it down to a science at this point.

[taking care of drunk people, she means.]

[John looks up at her slowly at what she says, and his chest clenches with something familiar and painful. More than anything, there's understanding in his gaze. He never tried to take care of his foster father, never cared for him at all, but he can imagine how difficult it would have been.]

I'm sorry.

You shouldn't have to do that. Ever.

[that shouldn't be on her plate at all.]

My foster father... drank a lot. I never took care of him, but I took care of the things he was too busy drinking to take care of himself.

[She gives a bit of a shrug.]

I do that sometimes too. But it's just me and him, so I don't really have anyone else to take care of.

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