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[detectivetroll]

Who: Melissa and Nick, with Karl and Lyall via texts
When: June 3
Where: at a bar
What: getting drunk and doing stupid stuff



Nick, for all his faults, is usually a responsible person.

Usually.

Except on his nights off, when he spends them with Melissa. They've both been doing a little too much drinking at home lately, so clearly the solution to that is to... drink not at home.

Obviously.

Quite a few drinks in, Nick's eying Melissa as only a drunk with a genius plan could. "We should go to the beach. And make s'mores. Alcoholic s'mores."

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[stopinthenameofawe]

Melissa's level of responsibility is... probably a bit more variable. At work, sure. Mostly. (You know, when she's not being distracted by Karl and their respective libidos.) Nights off, though? Fuck that.

She'd been more than up for the idea of going out and enjoying themselves, since it felt like it'd been forever since they had a proper night out. So when Nick look at her like that, she knows what to expect. And, being more than a little tipsy herself, she is totally ok with it.

"Oh my god yes," she says, grinning in full force, "Let's go."

[detectivetroll]

Nick lights up when she agrees - not that he really thought that she wouldn't. "Yes. We can pick up those little liquor filled chocolates and some marshmallows and graham crackers and - do they make alcoholic marshmallows? They should. We should text someone to get us some."

[stopinthenameofawe]

"If they don't exist, we should invent them." Because clearly, the two of them are totally in a position to invent new food products. How hard can it be? Soaking marshmallows in liquor would totally do the trick. But enough talking, Melissa's more than happy to tug Nick along to go get these very important supplies.

[detectivetroll]

"Let's do it!" He's more than agreeable to that. They're going to soak marshmallows in liquor and then put them on sticks and shove them in a fire, it's going to have the best outcome possible.

He slides his arm around her as they stumble along to the nearest store to pick up everything they need for alcoholic s'mores - the poor store clerk who has to put up with them - before Nick discovers a flaw in his plan. "How do we get from the beach to here?"

Or to the beach from here. Either one.

[stopinthenameofawe]

This is a very serious issue right here, enough so that Melissa screws up her face in concentration. "We could walk," she says, because they are both totally sober enough to make it to the beach without help, "Or we could get a cab, I guess."

The cab is probably the better idea, but since when have good ideas been their forte?