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[paidinbeer]

Who: Orc and you
What: Drinking to forget and failing
Where: The Bar in the Training Center (With special bonus thread set in his room later)
When: During the finale of the Arena
Warnings: Well he's a suicidal, depressed, short tempered drunk 15 year old boy trapped in a rock monster's body. I'm sure something will come up.

The bartenders and serving staff had gotten used to Orc over time. They knew if they kept the booze flowing and put him in a dark corner somewhere he would keep quiet...mostly. And the other customers wouldn't be as bothered by any rude sounds he made or if he was disgustingly slopping drink on himself or mashing food into his maw like a pig.

Orc had gotten used to the bartenders and serving staff. He knew that if he kept quiet and didn't shout they would keep bringing him drinks and not tell his handlers to get him out of the bar.

It was a semi-functional relationship that allowed Orc to try and numb every last feeling he had with alcohol and food.

That part was not as functional.

Part of the problem was there was a TV facing him. Normally the staff was smart enough to change the channel but today they had forgotten and he was watching the coverage of the games, complete with some of their top 10 kills so far.

His death at the point of Ellie's spear was number five.

Then there was the hot topic of who was dating who, some woman in a suit that looked like it was made from those fancy Christmas flowers...whatever they were called, was commenting on the possibility of Orc and...Eponine?!

"What the hell does Porcupine mean?" He muttered as the word was pasted under a picture of the two of them drinking together in the arena.

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It was slow right now so there was no way Orc couldn't notice the guy who had just arrived.

It still felt so weird to him...being surrounded by adults. At first it had been because he'd gone so long without adults. Now it was because due to his body...more people treated him like an adult.

And he didn't know the first thing about being an adult.

He wasn't even sure he knew about being a teenager anymore.

With a sigh he put his head down on the table and held up a finger signalling the barmaid to bring him another.

[amplifying]

...this was awkward.

It was bad enough that they were watching this morbid tv show here. But when he saw one of the deaths being from the very guy beside him...well.....it made him feel bad. And awkward. And a lot of feelings that weren't good.

No wonder why this guy was drinking.

Beck bit his lip. "...are you okay?"

Very good question, Beck.

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Orc raised a craggy eyebrow and glanced Beck's way for a moment studying him before returning his gaze to his drink.

"Are any of us?" He countered. It was a frequent response when people asked him questions like that. Things were still messed up. That much hadn't changed.

[amplifying]

...
Good point.

Beck found himself staring in front of the open space as the bartender handed over the giant his drink. "I guess..."

He fell into silence after that. But it was awkward.

"What are you having?" Beck pointed to the new drink in the other's hand. "Is it good?"

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Orc looked thoughtful for a moment and stared at his drink in befuddlement.

"I think they called it a venom punch." Though he might have imagined that. It had a punch to it alright and every sip he took was a fresh one down his throat and to his gut.

This bar loved to theme it's drinks on arenas. Orc was waiting to find out they had named one after him.

[amplifying]

...oh. whatever part of Beck that had been interested in taking a sip kind of died. It didn't sound all that appealing. But this was coming from a computer program, so...

"I, I was thinking about trying a drink. I don't know, though."

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"Maybe start with a beer." He offered, jumping right to cocktails was rough. "Or something with fruit." He added. The fruity drinks never burned enough for Orc but he was well aware that his tastes were more masochistic, even if he didn't know what that word meant.

[amplifying]

That sounded gross.




But why not?

Beck got the attention of the bartender, and a few minutes had a fresh beer sitting in front of him. He picked it up, gave it a sniff....gross. Beck looked to Orc, and gave the beer a sip. Then he took a bigger mouthful, and almost spat it out.

The taste lingered in his mouth for a little too long. "That's awful..."

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"You get used to it." Orc chuckled. It felt good to laugh at other peoples misfortune.

He ordered A series of drinks after that, A rum and cola, whiskey and cola, appletini, vodka sour and wine. At some point the bartender had him try all of these things so it seemed like a good series to force Beck through.

A large stone hand took the beer from Beck. "Drink those." He ordered and made sure that Beck's beer didn't go to waste.

[amplifying]

"...all of these?" Was this legal? Was this guy legal...?

Beck swallowed whatever taste of beer was still in his mouth, before taking a sip of the rum. And...it didn't taste half as bad as he expected. There was a real strong aftertaste, and that he didn't like, but he liked it otherwise.

So he took a sip more. And a few more after that. And sooner than later, it was completely gone.

Thankfully he was ignorant as to what a hangover was.

For now.

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Yes, and no. But Orc wasn't about to tell him that.

Orc actually kept smirking and felt like this was one of the longer periods he had actually smiled.

"There. Feeling better?" He wondered as more drinks vanished into Beck. Drinking didn't make Orc feel as much better as it made him feel numb. And that's what he wanted.

But everyone was different. Who knew how Beck would handle it.

[amplifying]

He was feeling funny.

Beck didn't know what drunk felt like. He knew what sick and hurt felt like. But other than that, there was nothing. And nobody told him either. As far as he knew, the gamemakers just tossed him into a User body and that was it.

So he was kind of freaked out.
But he also wasn't.

"I'feel weird. Kinda dizzy. Nogood."

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"Try standing up, walking around." If nothing else Orc would get some cruel amusement out of this. After all how many people had laughed at him stumbling around drunk his first time?

[amplifying]

He tried to stand up. And when he did, his world suddenly tilted to the side.

Beck found himself staggering, and fell to the floor in a sad little heap. He tried to shake the feeling (and failed), before trying a second time. Same results.

Something was wrong. Was he...corrupt?

"Whazzit...? I can't do 'zziz."

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Orc couldn't help but laugh at that and reached down to haul Beck up by his shirt.

"Relax. You'll feel worse later. Maybe have a snack." And to be helpful Orc ordered a steak sandwich. They were particularly good in this bar.

[amplifying]

This felt wrong. Like something in his body was...Out of sync. He told his brain to move his legs, but it didn't. And if he tried, he felt dizzy. The room would spin before his eyes.

Did Users have this problem regularly...?

Food sounded good. There were a few times in the arena that Beck felt so hungry he got dizzy. He stumbled back to the bar, resting his heavy head on his hands. "Y-y'don't hafta." He mumbled. "'S really nice of you though. What's goin' on?"

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"You're drunk." He explained without really explaining and took one of the sandwiches chomping down on it and swallowing audibly.

"Eat." He insisted pushing the plate of sandwiches closer. "Slowly." He added. Throwing up was only a little funny.

[amplifying]

"Drunk." He'd have to look that up later.

Beck started to munch, waiting for his body to settle. Which it didn't feel like it was, but nothing with User bodies were ever fast.

Speaking of Users..."Are you'a User?"

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Orc blinked, confused by the question. It took him a moment to consider but he shook his head.

"No, I get used."

Not that he had every complained about it before. It was just his lot in life and he was comfortable with it.

[amplifying]

"Oh." Beck finished the rest of his sandwich, frowning. "That sucks."

His head was spinning and if he ate anymore, he would throw up. Beck rested his head in his hands, wishing this User body would wind down..."I still, still don't feel good."

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Orc sighed and weighed his options. It ultimately came down to "What would god want me to do if he cared anymore?"

And so he stood up and told the bartender he'd be back soon.

"What district are you from? I'll get you back to your room light weight."

[amplifying]

That was a new name to Beck. "H-huh? What'sat?"

He got to his feet when Orc did, but it was kind of hard when his head wouldn't stop spinning. He shook his head, which ultimately lead to him falling on his ass. "N-nah. I'm okay."

Then he felt like he would be sick.

"District two..."

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Curling his thick pebble coated fingers in the back of Beck's shirt he hauled the former program to his feet...and failing that simply scooped him up and put him over his shoulder. This probably wouldn't do much for Beck's feeling sick but Orc wasn't exactly in a particularly coherent state to begin with. He simply didn't consider the ramifications of this maneuver.

With heavy footsteps he set off for the elevator.

[amplifying]

Yeah, that didn't help.

Beck let out a sick, feeble little protest as he was flung over Orc's back, hating how the fact that his User organs did uncomfortable flips as he found himself hanging downwards. He flailed around as he found the other bringing him into the elevator.

"I, I don't feel good."

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"You don't look so good." Orc found himself parroting a line that Howard often used when Orc had drank to much and had said exactly the line Beck had just uttered.

Into the elevator which thankfully had been built to handle someone of Orc's weight as well as passengers. It took his blurry eyes a minute to focus on the numbers so that he could punch the right button in with his thick rock coated finger.