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Who: Nathan and Sam Drake
When: 11/29
Where: Avagi, Sam's place
What: Bros having a bro and also an awkward dating discussion
Warnings: Talk about sex, but not like, with each other
[Nate takes pity on his brother. He might not have space cigarettes to offer, or whatever passes for them on Kaittos (if anything does), but he knows a little about vices and a lot about addictions, Figurative ones, at least.

So he did a few extra drawings on the planet, picked up a bottle of what is (probably) Kaittos' finest (probably) whiskey. Just for some brotherly bonding time. Hopefully it doesn't suck.]

Hey, Sam! [He knocks on the door, then doesn't bother to wait for it to open before heading inside.] Merry Christmas, I brought you a present.

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[Sam's restless. It's hard to stay still when the lack of nicotine and whatever else is in cigarettes is no longer coursing through your body. SOS video made, Sam decides it's probably best to get out of his room--just do something to keep his mind and body occupied.

He's just about to open the door himself before there's a knock and it swings open, narrowly missing his face.]

Jesus! You know, you're supposed to wait until I answer the door after knocking on it.

[But he's glad to see Nathan, especially when presents are involved. He steps further inside.]

If you're going to give me an empty cigarette carton, I swear to God...

[That already happened here. It was the worst (?) day of his life.]

[Nate makes a 'pssht' sound at that. They're family, they've shared jail cells, privacy-based boundaries only exist when they say they do.]

Come on, would I do that? For no reason?

[He might do that for a reason. Nate holds up the bottle.]

Sorry, no cigarettes or cigarette packaging. How do you feel about space whiskey?

[Sam gives him a Look in return. Would he do that? Is that a trick question?]

Space whiskey? What's it made from, space grass?

[That doesn't mean he won't accept it though, as he reaches over for the bottle. He examines it for a little bit, before deciding yeah, he could go for a drink. He gestures to the couch for Nate to take a seat as he goes to get two glasses.]

You hear about those dinosaur things running around? You guys get them where you are?

I didn't ask.

[Because he doesn't want to know. If it ends up being weird/gross/otherwise offputting, it might take away from the key attributes, such as: it's alcoholic.]

A few, yeah. Barkley got them.

[He grins and moseys over to the couch.]

I think he thought they were squeaky toys. At least they're not full-size, right? We'd probably be the dino chow then.

[Sam laughs at the mental image of a dinosaur in the jaws of some mutt.]

I don't know, that full size dinosaur Chloe had before seemed pretty friendly. Not that I'm saying I wish these guys were fully grown. I do miss Victor though.

[Wait--]

The dinosaur. Not the man. Well, I wouldn't mind a cigar right about now either.

[He ambles over with the glasses, handing one to his brother and filling it almost to the top.]

Not going easy on the booze tonight, huh?

[He grins and holds his glass up to clink. Good. He wasn't planning on it either.]

To Victors Sullivan, to Chloe's animal-handling skills, and to your tobacco addiction.

Oh, she's got more than just animal-handling skills.

[Why would he go easy on the booze in such desperate times? Sam's glass is just as full, almost spilling over as their glasses clink against each other.]

And to Henry Avery, who even after all this time, still managed to find his way into space.

[Smug, pointed sip. Sex or ancient coin? It's hard to tell which one he's thinking of.]

Don't I know it.

[Because she's a great driver. The best in the business. Right? That's what they're talking about? Steering animals and steering cars?

Clink.]

I wonder what Captain Avery would make of all this. I suppose it is a chance to live out from under the thumb of the government.

[UH...sure. That's what we're talking about. Steering animals...

Nate's initial comment gets a little bit of a questioning look, but it's gone as soon as Avery comes into the discussion. Sam takes another, more relaxed sip as he sits back in the couch.]

No known government, no other pirates or law coming after him? Pretty sure he'd think it was some kind of paradise. Probably be confused about the technology though.

[Says the guy who barely knows how to send a video over the phone.]

Could use a few good beaches too.

[No kidding. Nate hasn't even done a fifteen-year prison stint, and he barely understands a lot of it. At least he gets the idea of what it's for, though, which puts him ahead of the dead pirate.]

The one on Kaittos is all right, but the water's not the same as on Earth. Feels weird. Also, since the Kaittans aren't humanoid, that means they don't have any bikinis for sale. And that's a tragedy.

[Bikinis for him to look at on certain ladies, not bikinis for him to wear.]

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