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[When Miria finally wrote to the network, her handwriting was slightly messier than usual. Her hands shook during a few parts of the letter.]

Private FROM Isaac Dian

I hope I'm not bugging anyone, but I... have to know. In these memories, has anyone seen a young boy? Black hair, wearing a brown suit. He looked really hurt... and I just want to know if he's okay.

I know this is a long shot, but I'd appreciate it if anyone can answer me.

Oh, and could people avoid telling Isaac about this? Thanks.

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Oh! That's a good point!

[She hadn't even thought about other people hearing about all this. Not that that's particularly surprising.

She falls silent for a bit, drinking all the while.]

...Sorry, but I'm kinda new at... getting drunk. How long does it take?

[She was. Crowded or not, talking in public was probably a good way to get nabbed. All it took was one slip-up and they'd both be the next ones disappearing into the police station.]

What...? [She blinks at Miria's question, looking between her and her once-again empty glass.] Not... that long. You're not feeling anything?

Uh... Nope!

[She glances back between Vanessa and the drink.

...Is that strange?

[She just stares for a little while before shaking her head a little.]

Maybe we need something stronger....

[OOC: Also, if you wanted to timeskip to (Vanessa's) walk of shame after getting school at drinking by Miria, feel free at any time.]

There are different strengths of drinks?

[What is this strange, unknown world of alcohol?

Still, anything to get another step closer to this mysterious achievement of "drunk".]

What's stronger than this? Or... strongest?

[ooc: I think I'm happy to timeskip in a few more posts!]

This stuff is actually pretty weak.

[Because, well, she had planned on not going too far if Miria really wasn't a drinker but now? Now, Vanessa considered this a challenge and she went ahead and made their next order.

Let's see how well Miria handles a few shots.]

[Miria was once again filled with excitement as the new batches of alcohol were dropped on the table. New experiences! NEW EXPERIENCES!

This was gonna be so awesome!

And screw it, timeskip now.]

[Timeskip ahoooooyyyyy.....

This... this wasn't even possible. Vanessa stared up at Miria from where her head was leaning against her arm above a tipped en empty glass that was lying on her side. Which was just one of the several empty glasses and bottles taking up space on the table around them.

Was... was Miria even human?!]

... Nothing?

[Miria actually seems a little nervous by the number of bottles on the table. That... kinda looks like a lot. Should she be concerned?]

Uh... I... don't... think... so...

[She... she's a monster. That's the only explanation. She must be some kind of space alien from a world where oceans are made of rubbing alcohol instead of water.]

Okay, well.... 'm done, give up.

[And she stands up very carefully and, aw, crap the floor's tilting. Fortunately the table's there for her to lean on for a second.]

[Miria stands up in concern as her buddy leans on the table.]

A-are you alright?

[She's just going to hold up a hand for a second while she figures out this whole standing thing again, before slowly giving a thumbs up.

She might still be a little wobbly though.]

'm fine. Just... need'a go home now.

[She shifted slightly.]

I... Should I take you home?

Yeah.

[And she'll start carefully walking away from the table.]

Y' should go home... and then I'll go home.

Ah..Are you sure? Maybe I should... just... make sure you're okay..?

[Drunk doesn't seem fun anymore.]

[It's Miria's fault! Damned... superhuman liver powers or whatever.]

S'okay... maybe get a cab 'r something.

[She pauses, looking at the table again and then squints at Miria again.]

... Doesn't make sense....

I'll just... make sure you get to that cab safe, okay?

[This can't be happening. Vanessa is super cool and awesome and doesn't act all weird.]

What doesn't make sense?

Okay.

[She's still totally cool. Just very carefully heading for the door.]

Did you get... drinking powers or something?

[She's just gonna... slowly trail behind her.]

Uh... I don't... think so.

I mean, I don't drink that often, so I'm not sure how I'd tell...

[She actually... snickers as they get to the door, grinning a bit to herself.]

Next time... we should start making bets. Make some money.

[Miria's head tilts a little at that. That's an... odd idea. It almost sounds... manipulative.

But hey, if good ol' trusty Vanessa thinks its okay, it's probably fine.]

Okay! Could be fun!

[That's only because it IS.

She blinks at that for a second before she starts snickering again, shaking her head as they get outside finally. She takes a breath, hoping the cool air outside will help clear her head a bit.]

I just don't get you two.

[Her eyes widen a bit and her head tilts further.]

...What do you mean?

[She shakes her head a bit, looking down at the sidewalk in front of her feet.]

You too. You... you trust everybody, you're nice to everybody. I don't get it....

[Miria wasn't expecting that. She pauses to roll the words over in her head. After about a minute:]

I guess... there are some people Isaac and I don't trust. But... I think that most people want to do something good. And if that's what most people want, then I guess most people are worth trusting.

I think?

[She spends some more time looking confused and thoughtful, as if trying to pin down if that's what she wanted to say.]

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