deercountry | ( CLOSED ) MY LONELINESS IS KILLING ME.

Martian blue space beer.

( that doesn't even exist but she says she can create anything so he's curious if she can figure out if something is real or not. )

Been craving one.

[ immediately, she knows he's full of shit. wanda doesn't give it away, though. she looks at him intently before she nods. ]

What does it taste like?

[ of course, she could simply make it up, but it's better to make him meet her a little halfway. ]

Pomegranates.

( he doesn't fucking know. but time to see just how good she is. )

And cinnamon.

Pomegranates and cinnamon.

[ she nods. easy. at least he didn't say "like aliens". she might have pushed him into a black hole for that one. ]

What kind of glass do you want? Tumbler? Wineglass?

Stein.

( she hasn't backed out yet so he thinks she's actually going to try and make this shit. )

Can you picture me with a wine glass?

I can. You look handsome.

[ she smiles at him. bet you didn't expect that answer, huh, amos?

wanda rolls her shoulders for show. clicking her finger at him, she mimics holding a glass in her hand. ]

Open your hand.

( stop doing that, you're making him feel weird. but he does as she asks, opening his hand. )

You're not going to just pour this beer into my bare hand, are you?

[ she rolls her eyes. ]

No. You didn't choose to drink out of your hand.

[ c'mon, amos!

instead, wanda lifts her hand and hovers it over his. it's all for show and isn't needed at all, but wanda enjoys being dramatic at times. wiggling her fingers, little threads of red magic pour from her fingertips. a stein of beer gently appears in his hand, feeling cool and sweaty from its condensation. ]

( hey, it'd be a good joke, wouldn't it? fill his hand with beer to make him regret being a smartass? but, she doesn't do that and he watches as a stein appears in his hand.

he peers down into it, watching the liquid fill it. that's all well and good but now that he's said this and bullshitted her about what type of drink he wanted, he knows he's going to have to drink it. )

That better not just be water.

[ it's a drink that tastes of pomegranates and cinnamon. whether that tastes good together is up to the mixologist. the liquid has a tinge of an ocean blue and even shimmers as if it's the water's surface beneath a wide sun and clear day.

she crosses her arms against her chest and smiles a little too cheekily at him. ]

Drink, come on. You must be thirsty.

Wow.

( so, that's a thing that she really did. he laughs and brings it up to sniff. it doesn't smell too bad. spicy, definitely, but not bad. )

That's definitely a blue drink. Nice job.

( he's not avoiding. )

[ she smiles smugly. ]

So, you like it?

[ she cocks her brow, watching him proudly. ]

Your fake alien drink?

It's not fake.

( amos tips the stein back and takes a drink. it's definitely strong and there's a kick and it's...

yeah, it's terrible. )

It's great. Really good.

[ it's fake, it's fine. wanda happily watches amos drink his words. did he think she wouldn't be able to concoct something she has never seen before?

she honestly didn't believe she could do it.

she smiles at him. ]

Are you impressed?

I am.

( he's man enough to admit that. but he's also man enough to say: )

Now, can you please just get me a regular beer before this stuff makes me puke?

[ wanda laughs and with a sharp click of her fingers, his blue alien drink turns into a stein of beer. his favourite—whatever that happens to be. it froths and the glass sweats. ]

It's proper beer.

[ because he thinks to ask if it is. ]

Thank you.

( yes, he's impressed but he wants to be able to drink what she's made. )

You're not gonna have something?

[ with a purse to her lips, wanda gives it only a moment of thought. and then she holds out her hand and materialises a margarita glass in a swirl of red between her fingers. ]

Do they have margaritas in space?

[ or are they allergic to salty drinks? ]

They might.

( amos shrugs. they had a lot of shit in space that he didn't pay much attention to. )

It's not really my type of drink. Too sweet.

( and colorful. )

But you like alien drinks instead.

[ made up alien drinks, may she add! she takes a sip of her margarita and pulls a face. it's definitely sweet, but it's a nice reminder that she's still here and she can make a mean margarita with the click of her fingers. ]

Why the colour blue? Is it your favourite colour?

( amos shrugs. )

I could take it or leave it. I don't know if I'd call it my favorite color but it's a good color.

( and it sounded cool for an alien drink. )

Though it would seem more alien than anything else.

Blue's a nice colour.

[ not quite alien, then again, is any colour an alien colour? ]

I always thought an alien colour would be green. That's how they always were in the vending machine in Toy Story.

Green's what everyone thinks.

( little green men or big green men or whatever. it's cliché and therefore, not something that amos is going to go for. )

I don't know what a Toy Story is, though.

[ wanda's face brightens. oh, he's going to learn what a toy story is whether he likes it or not.

ensuring her face is as blank as she can manage, she feigns seriousness. ] I'll show you one day. It's a very important movie.

[ very, very important. ]

Is it?

( with a name like toy story, he's not sure he believes her. )

And why's that?

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