[ closed ] let me pour you the drink of my people

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Who: Miles Vorkosigan & Bel Thorne
When: late...December...ish. 12/30 or 12/31??
Where: the bar
What: Miles gets Bel drunk on maple mead just to see what happens, gets a little more than he bargained for
Warnings: idk drunk shenanigans

Miles feels it's only fair that he take a couple of extra shifts at the bar, considering Jacky had to man it single-handedly while he was trapped in the morgue. Not to mention the week last month he'd been dead. Rather discourteous of him to not give notice, he finally agrees. He'll have to make sure he doesn't do it next time -- well, having given his word to Gregor, that's a pretty safe guarantee.

The extreme cold had indeed damaged some of the beer beyond repair, but Miles was delighted to find the maple mead intact. Well, with that alcohol content, it could probably survive anything. He'd had to run some hot water over the tap to get it to unfreeze, though. By the time people start trickling in, Miles has wiped the bar free of any lingering frost and polished a good number if glasses in prepration. Ah, to be busy again.

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Bel's lips graze over his skin, their breath warm, and Miles goes entirely red, flinching only slightly and largely out of surprise, this time. He watches Bel fall back against the couch and exhales slowly. Maple mead, right. That's what's responsible for the odd warmth in his chest and the strange prickling of his skin. Certainly it's responsible for the relatively calm response to all of it. Miles gently tugs the blanket along with Bel's grip to drape it a little more neatly over them.

"Don't mention it," Miles says softly, tucking the bottle of water next to them. "Just try to get some liquids in you and get yourself some sleep." He smiles crookedly. "Promise I won't com you too early."

He's inflicted enough friendly cruelty on Bel for a while. Pausing to make sure Bel's tucked warmly enough in, Miles hits the lights and escapes silently into the corridor.