#i'm still sipping the margarita btw

[google-searchhistory-official]

shot o whiskey, shot o vodka, inbetween margarita

live in whimsy ya gotta, vive la vida loca

[leffee]

Sunil groaned as the sun peered through the curtains, signaling the start of another dreaded morning. "Why do vacations have to start so early?" he muttered, burying his face deeper into the pillow.

Shahrukh, his ever-enthusiastic boyfriend, chuckled from the bathroom. "Come on, sleepyhead! We have a plane to catch, and paradise awaits us!"

With a grunt, Sunil dragged himself out of bed, his eyes still half-closed. "I swear, if this isn't worth it, I'm blaming you," he grumbled, shuffling towards the bathroom.

Shahrukh emerged, toothbrush in hand, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Oh, it'll be worth it, trust me. Just imagine sipping margaritas on the beach in Bora Bora, the waves crashing, the sun warming our skin..."

Sunil's expression softened at the thought. "Okay, maybe waking up early isn't so bad if it means I get to do that with you," he admitted, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

Shahrukh grinned, planting a quick kiss on Sunil's cheek. "That's the spirit! Now hurry up, we don't want to miss our flight to paradise."

- he’s not a morning person-

He's not a morning person and neither am I, my ass is not getting up even if it means flying to Bora Bora to sip margaritas 📢. Well maybe if one of them was there I would, but alas they're not real :').

Tehee I love how grumpy Sunil is with Shahrukh, what a lovely pairing. I say, pick him up and carry him bridal style and maybe then he will be more of a happy camper.

Btw I can absolutely never get used to hearing that someone drinks margaritas cause they sound like margherita and that is a pizza so I basically see someone drinking a blended pizza, like maybe not... But I do think that I drank it once, you know the actual drink not the pizza, and if it was that it was pretty good so perhaps it is worth it.

Also I'm pretty sure Shahrukh would have a private jet to take them there, so no missing the flight, I think.

[volixia669]

lol some trivia for folks that have never had alcohol:

-GOOD whiskey tastes like the wood barrel it fermented in. Shit whiskey tastes like burning. Good whiskey can be found for like, $20 from a local brewary btw.

-yknow what, good does NOT equal expensive. Just get that bs out of your head. My favorite wines are $8 mostly fruit juice ones. Good whiskey can be had for $20. Decent vodka will also be $20.

-the "burning" is different from what you get with spicy food. It's more...duller than stinging sensations but with a certain sharpness to it.

-If you can taste the alcohol in a mixed drink its likely either a long island iced tea (aka 5 different hard alcohols with fruit juice) type drink, intended to be light on the flavoring, or poorly mixed. Margaritas, pina coladas anything with fruit syrup/juice, or a lot of sugar is SUPPOSED to hide the burn of alcohol. This makes them more dangerous but also tastier.

-MEDS WILL AFFECT HOW ALCOHOL EFFECTS A PERSON. Differs depending on meds, but the more meds, the more likely they are to be heavily affected by a few sips of wine let alone anything harder. As in will be very drowsy then will sleep harder than a rock then wake up feeling like they aren't even real.

-hops are what make beer bitter. Most beers in the US have hops but not all. IPAs tend to be heavy on hops. Heineken and other light beers are, well, light on hops.

-budweiser and bud light are cheap, shit, beers that are primarily for college frat houses, sporting events, and/or broke characters who are drinking multiple to get drunk & don't care about taste.

-wine is literally just grape juice but with alcohol. Most wines will be this. It is possible to find wine mixed with fruit juice or wine made from other fruits, but its less common.

-CARBONATION. A lot of drinks, like an annoying percentage if you're like me and dislike carbonation, are carbonated. Wine, beer, those cheap smirnoff ices (which despite the brand are 5% alcohol at most), hard ciders, are all carbonated. Most (if not all) hard liquors are NOT carbonated. I'm sure there's a reason, I just have no idea what it is aside from an attack on me personally.

-jury is still out on why hangovers happen, but someone who paces themselves and drinks water as well as alcohol is less likely to get one than someone who doesn't. Also age is a factor. A 22 year old can go out for a night of drinking then go to their 10am class with no issue. A 40 year old can have a couple mixed drinks and will be in agony the next day.

-drinking on an empty stomach, especially for older characters/people, is a BAD idea. On top of becoming drunker faster, it can cause issues with stomach acid which is a burning that fucking sucks. (And long term can cause stomach ulcers) Oh and you can FEEL the alcohol hitting the empty stomach like an unsettling splash of light acid.

Hope all this is helpful though I still agree, its entertaining to see the signs the author is doing their best!

i love when fic writers who have clearly never tried any kind of alcohol in their lives try to write someone drinking bc they're always like

"he ordered a tall glass of hard liquor. after three large glasses he was feeling tipsy" like babygirl i can't be sure but i think u just sent this man to the hospital

[dragonmuse]

Hello, I hope you're having wonderful evening. Your stories are enormous source of happiness for me. I'm not only one who especially loves Izzy's journey. It's really satisfying to read about unhappy person having support and putting their life together. May I have kinda silly request, please? As you I think young Con was 100% dreamboat and It would be funny to see queens' reactions to for example photo of young Eddy and Izzy. If you not feel this, it's ok. :)

(hello anon! Thank you so very much! I love this request and while it's not exactly what you'd asked for, I hope you like it anyway!)

“I have a present for you.” Stede bounced eagerly across the bar to where Lucius was making a pitcher of margaritas. Not for the patrons. The bar was remarkably empty. This was purely for himself, the Swede and apparently now Stede. 

“Is it the Wallace novel you keep promising to return?” 

“No!” Stede grinned. “You’ll like this more.” 

“Okay,” he dried his hands on a dishrag. “What is it?” 

“Eddy was doing some rearranging to fit some new things and they knocked over one of their old boxes. They let me take this and you have to see it.” 

Stede slapped a photo on the bar. It was in lurid color, the softer tones faded with time. 

“Holy fucking shit,” Lucius grabbed it up. 

“I know!” Stede hopped onto one of the stools. “Amazing, isn’t it?” 

The photo had been taken in someone’s messy kitchen. There was a sink full of dishes in the left corner of the frame. There was a table, laden down with blueprints. On the right side, a man Lucius didn’t recognize was leaning over and pointing to something. 

Seated beside him was Eddy, and next to her, Izzy. They were unmistakable despite the years. Eddy’s beard wasn’t yet where it had been when they’d met, but it was already full and pitch black. Their hair hung in their face, spilling over familiar cheekbones. Their expression was unreadable under the hair, but their eyes were focused on the unknown man. 

Izzy’s eyes were on Eddy. He was in black already, a dark smudge of a t-shirt with sleeves rolled. His face was smooth, entirely free of the lines that Lucius loved to trace. There was no tattoo yet on his cheek or his neck, just the small one on his right arm. He wasn’t smiling, but there was a hint of smirk in his lips. 

Turning it over, he found Eddy’s scrawl ‘1997-Before the Big Job’.  

“So Iz was 19. Eddy was 22?” Lucius turned it back over, studying their faces. 

“Children,” Stede agreed, leaning over to look at it again. “Can you imagine?” 

“Not really. Can I take a picture of this?” 

“Go ahead,” Stede said with evident delight. “I’m going to show everyone else.” 

Lucius snapped the shot, poured himself a margarita and sat down. He texted the image to Izzy. 

 Lucius: Look what got uncovered. 

He sipped his drink as he waited for the response. It took a few minutes. 

Izzy: ask where you got that, but i already know. fucking magpie.  

Lucius: What job was it?

Izzy: fuck if i know. 

Lucius: I don’t buy that for a second. You remember everything. 

Izzy: i signed an nda 

Lucius: Like twenty years ago. No way that’s still valid. 

Izzy: maybe it is. 

Lucius: Ok fine, keep your secrets. You look cute as fuck btw. 

Izzy: i was not cute. 

Lucius: You really were. Look how floppy your hair was. Very 90s chic.

Izzy: it just did that 

Lucius: Sure. Did your sleeves roll themselves up like that too? 

Izzy: can we talk about eddy’s stupid fucking vest instead?

Lucius: No, I’m not done cooing over baby Izzy yet. 

Izzy: that’s not a baby, pup. Don’t let the skin fool you. 

Lucius studied the phone again. How riveted Izzy was on Eddy’s face, how he already held himself ready. It was hard to divine much from a single image. Lucius was probably just reading in the things he already knew. That Izzy at 19 had been depressed and furious. That Izzy at 19 was better prepared for a punch then a hug. That Izzy at 19 was a stranger he’d never met. 

With a sigh, Lucius scrolled through his camera roll and found the picture he’d taken of another photo some months ago. Bored at his mother’s house, he’d snapped it and then regretted doing that much. Except that Pete had gotten a kick out of it in the end and he figured now he owed Izzy a little. 

Lucius: Fair play, goblin. Try not to laugh your entire ass off.   

He sent the picture of fifteen year old Lucius in a stiff looking suit. He’d been trying to look cool, posed in front of their little house with his arms crossed over his chest and leaning against the wall with one foot behind him. It was a pose he’d studied from a magazine and looked great if you were a model. Less great if you were an awkward teenager with hair that stuck straight up all the time and permanent blush like all of life was out to embarrass you. 

Izzy: what was happening here 

Lucius: Homecoming dance. Mom made me go and bought me the suit.  

Izzy: thought those things were fun. you look like you’re going to cry. 

He had been about to cry was the thing. He’d forgotten, but looking at the picture again, he could recall the overwhelming thought of having to go to that stupid gym and stand there alone, pressed to a wall. The heat had prickled behind his eyes and he’d only staved it off to keep smiling for his Mom’s camera. So she wouldn’t ask. So he wouldn’t have to tell. 

Lucius: I wasn’t thrilled to go. Not exactly the belle of the ball. 

Izzy: i didn’t get to choose one. why would you pick this? 

Lucius: it was the best of a bad bunch

The phone rang in his hand, startling him. He put it to his ear, 

“Hey.” 

“That was the best one?” Izzy rasped over the line. 

“I know, hard to believe, but I used to take a real bad photo.” 

“Luc,” he said softly.  

“I don’t know what you want me to say. Are there photos of you smiling back then and meaning it?” 

“No,” Izzy conceded. “Not sure there were any of me smiling at all.” 

“What a pair,” he said dryly. “Pete has some nice ones. He and his Dad would go fishing sometimes and they’re both falling over each other to see who smiles bigger. It’s really nice.” 

“Yeah,” Izzy breathed out. “So we’ll take more new ones. I can do that.” 

Lucius covered his face with his other hand, choked up for a brief second at the very thought. 

“One of us together,” Lucius said firmly.  

“Yeah, pup. Together. Do a few of you and Pete too if you want. Whatever you want.” 

“I’d like that,” he smiled helplessly. “Fuck, I love you.” 

“Mutual derangement,” Izzy agreed and there was a laugh in his voice. 

Maybe the boys they had been didn’t know how to smile quite right, but they’d figured it out well enough now.