don't go breaking my heart

[inaclearing]

[Well. All that sure happened!

Brett hasn't done much for one of these post-trial gatherings thus far, but he's been trying very hard to be functional lately, and...well, the fact that so many other people aren't okay right now just makes that all the more important. So he'll go around telling people, or slipping notes under doors if need be:]

We're going to have some food at the bar, if anyone wants it.

- Brett & Joy

[It feels a little weird to have it there, but...let's be honest. He expects quite a few people will be passing through the bar of the own accord tonight. They may as well not drink on empty stomachs.

There's not a ton going on. Brett's figured out how to turn the light-up dance floor off - it seemed a little inappropriate. Despite being hosted at the bar, Brett hasn't actually set out any alcohol; there's tamagoyaki and a big vat of chicken noodle soup sitting on some tables in the middle of the room, as well as tea for anyone who wants a drink that isn't alcoholic. Everyone who does want to drink can serve themselves. Also, someone has draped a rainbow pride flag over the bar? It seems appropriate given who's throwing the party, at least, and he didn't really have it in his to stop Joy, so.

You're free to turn on some music, if you want. Brett couldn't pick anything out on the jukebox, it seems.]

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[dullshooter]

…Yeah, I’ll drink to that.

[He’s drowned his sorrows, but maybe a cheers is in order. That’s his style, after all.]

Thanks, Gaius. For listening and…talking. ‘Preciate it.

[howveryglib]

You are quite welcome.

...

As I said, I cannot claim to have all the answers, but you are welcome to speak on such things should you require it.

[he's at least... going to try...]

[dullshooter]

I'll keep it in mind. Bearing my soul is pretty intense - I better take it easy before I hurt myself.

[He smirks, and seeks out the rest of his stuff in Seo Dawon's room. By 'his stuff', he also means 'stuff that he can lay claim to because its previous owner is dead now'. In the process, his hands find the toy figure of his buddy Grimlock. Somewhat absentmindedly, he shifts it from Dino- to Bot-mode.]

And - er - if you ever need anything... [It's funny, he thinks, how he views Gaius as an 'elder' despite having some many many years above him. Goes to show maturity doesn't come with age.] ...you'd probably be better off going to someone else. But if you ever want to make that questionable decision, I can return the favor.

[howveryglib]

I may consider it regardless. It never hurts to have a unique perspective on such matters, after all.

[dullshooter]

If I have anything going for me, it is that my perspective is unique.

[howveryglib]

Indeed--and I have to admit, I appreciate it, to some degree.

[dullshooter]

[Misfire smiles, just as devious as it is broad.]

Are you trying to say you actually like me, Woofie?

[Emotional moment’s over, back to the nickname.]

[howveryglib]

I have not simply walked away from any of our conversations, have I?

[dullshooter]

I assumed you were just being polite. That, or you knew it wouldn’t stop me.

[howveryglib]

Well, that may have been part of it, at least at the beginning… but I suppose I have gotten used to it.

[dullshooter]

Aw, stop - you’re gonna make me blush.

[He can’t do that.]

Glad to have worn you down, Woofie.

[howveryglib]

You can tout it as an achievement, if you like, I suppose.

[dullshooter]

I can, and will.

[It’s a promise.]