[he looks up at the menu, half curious, and finds his smile widening more. it's sweet in a reassuring kind of way. how good for his friends to have people they love around.]
Right. Hold that thought—
[and there goes his brave attempt, picking up his glass of beer and bringing it up to his lips, eyes closed as he chugs down the liquid without taking a break to breathe. he's going hard or going home.]
[he's got a finger up as if pausing their conversation, and it's clear from the frown on his face that he isn't entirely a fan. soon, however, prompto breaks away to breathe, his glass now empty.]
Bleugh!
[still not a fan—but probably also not the way to drink this.]
[at the hair color reference. prompto more than gladly takes the lemonade and takes a slow sip of it, happy to clear his palate from the taste of beer.]
—hm, honey? In beer? That's just weird.
How come you know so much about beer? Other than it being your job, I mean. You're not that much older than me. Do I get knowledge on beers and drinks soon as I turn certain age?
[it was HARD WORK, googling all these things when you're not used to google...]
And I tasted all we had here, wrote down what I thought of each. The names they give them...aren't much to go by. I have to know what I'm serving. Oftentimes people will tell me what they're looking for, and I'll have to find it.
[he chokes a little on the drink. oh gods, the fact that someone considers his picture-taking as "work" is equal parts flattering and equal parts mortifying. mostly because he actually wishes he could say that it was his job—yet it isn't.]
Uh...
[also, the vent adventure is enough to make him feel a little embarrassed altogether.]
I work as an electrician. In training, mostly. For the trains and trams and stuff. [his clarification is not a super good one, but.] I'm pretty small so I fit into the vents when we need to reach a control panel or something. I only got lost the one time!
[prompto is useless at beer, really.] But, I mean, people tend to favor the kind of jobs they're good at, right? It's not like I could do your job well enough, or be a doctor for a day. That's just not part of my skills set. I just like technology so I got a bit of a head start on the knowledge department cuz of that. I'm still learning, anyway.
[this is how prompto tries to make himself seem uncool about his job.]
So, you don't gotta start anywhere. Let other people do it. [he nods, and takes another sip of his drink. it's growing on him.] Best way society can run, really.
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So is Sansa. I made up a drink for her of lemonsweet and arbor--gold wine.
[if he looks at the menu he'll see a very small list of specialty cocktails, including 'the sansa: lemonsweet and house gold.']
There's darts on line, you know. We could play at the--house, if you wanted. Anytime.
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[he looks up at the menu, half curious, and finds his smile widening more. it's sweet in a reassuring kind of way. how good for his friends to have people they love around.]
Right. Hold that thought—
[and there goes his brave attempt, picking up his glass of beer and bringing it up to his lips, eyes closed as he chugs down the liquid without taking a break to breathe. he's going hard or going home.]
[he's got a finger up as if pausing their conversation, and it's clear from the frown on his face that he isn't entirely a fan. soon, however, prompto breaks away to breathe, his glass now empty.]
Bleugh!
[still not a fan—but probably also not the way to drink this.]
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a few people turn to watch as it becomes clear he intends to chug the entire pint. one person claps when he finishes.]
That was a good blonde ale.
[not a two dollar pbr!!! jon shakes his head.]
Do you want your lemonsweet now, or should I wait 'til you get thirsty again?
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Just whatever gets this taste offa me.
[smiling shakily at the other patrons and raising a hand in half-hearted thanks, pushing the glass over towards jon.]
What's a blond ale 'nyway?
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It matches your hair.
[he starts to reach his hand like he's going to tug a lock, but prompto's head is too far away, so he drops it.]
It's supposed to be easy to drink. Well-rounded. Not too many hops on the tongue.
[some of the ipas here....it seems like people are competing to make the worst tasting beer.]
This one had honey in it.
[he sets about cleaning prompto's pint glass.]
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[at the hair color reference. prompto more than gladly takes the lemonade and takes a slow sip of it, happy to clear his palate from the taste of beer.]
—hm, honey? In beer? That's just weird.
How come you know so much about beer? Other than it being your job, I mean. You're not that much older than me. Do I get knowledge on beers and drinks soon as I turn certain age?
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I read about it. For my job.
[it was HARD WORK, googling all these things when you're not used to google...]
And I tasted all we had here, wrote down what I thought of each. The names they give them...aren't much to go by. I have to know what I'm serving. Oftentimes people will tell me what they're looking for, and I'll have to find it.
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Yeah, drinks are kinda weird like that.
You like this kinda job?
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I don't mind it.
[mixing drinks was probably the easiest of his stewarding duties. everything else he learned to do was useless or illegal here.]
What do you do for work? Besides the pictures. Sansa said you were stuck in a vent.
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Uh...
[also, the vent adventure is enough to make him feel a little embarrassed altogether.]
I work as an electrician. In training, mostly. For the trains and trams and stuff. [his clarification is not a super good one, but.] I'm pretty small so I fit into the vents when we need to reach a control panel or something. I only got lost the one time!
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You must know more about beer than I do about about electricity.
[literally all jon knows is that it's the same as lightning and it makes things go, somehow??]
I wouldn't know where to start with a job like that.
[he probably couldn't fit in the vents, either.]
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[prompto is useless at beer, really.] But, I mean, people tend to favor the kind of jobs they're good at, right? It's not like I could do your job well enough, or be a doctor for a day. That's just not part of my skills set. I just like technology so I got a bit of a head start on the knowledge department cuz of that. I'm still learning, anyway.
[this is how prompto tries to make himself seem uncool about his job.]
So, you don't gotta start anywhere. Let other people do it. [he nods, and takes another sip of his drink. it's growing on him.] Best way society can run, really.