[Monty cocks his head, expression growing ever more intrigued.]
Someone... made you like this? Or... your own research?
[It's a little difficult picturing Sol as an academic, but he's heard of stranger things, and he knows the man is intelligent, in spite of his looks and gruff demeanor.]
[God, is he being serious? That look seems to imply that Monty's hit it right, though that would be absolutely ridiculous. The gentleman's blush deepens.]
Would you like something to drink, sir?
[It's a complete non sequitur, but Monty feels he needs a drink. He needs several drinks and then some.]
[Monty will have whatever variety of alcohol Sol wants.]
Yes. Just a moment, I'll fetch it.
[And so he will, slipping out of the room both to catch his breath and shake off his embarrassment along with snatching up a pair of tumblers with gin in them. When he returns, the gentleman is settled once more. He offers a glass to Sol.]
[Sol has been sufficiently mortifying to warrant something stronger than tea. Monty raises his glass and gulps down a good measure of what he has, hissing a breath in between his teeth and wincing when it burns on the way down.]
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Science experiment.
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Someone... made you like this? Or... your own research?
[It's a little difficult picturing Sol as an academic, but he's heard of stranger things, and he knows the man is intelligent, in spite of his looks and gruff demeanor.]
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That's enough.
[Monty isn't off with either guess, but that's not his business.]
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My apologies, sir. I'd just like to know more about you.
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Y'don't need ta.
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Why not? You're an interesting person and you've been with our group an age. I hardly know anything about you still.
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[That'll probably shut him up.]
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That... that is wholly unrelated to your character and history, sir!
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[Just a raised eyebrow.]
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[Monty works himself into a flustered quiet for a moment.]
I'm not sure what that would have to do with anything!
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[Okay, totally not his research, but he's going to stick with the smirk.]
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Would you like something to drink, sir?
[It's a complete non sequitur, but Monty feels he needs a drink. He needs several drinks and then some.]
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Y'got gin?
[It's a good drink.]
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Yes. Just a moment, I'll fetch it.
[And so he will, slipping out of the room both to catch his breath and shake off his embarrassment along with snatching up a pair of tumblers with gin in them. When he returns, the gentleman is settled once more. He offers a glass to Sol.]
What should we drink to? Good music?
[Certainly not Sol's research.]
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As good as anythin'.
[Or just having alcohol itself is good. The depot doesn't stock that.]
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Would you care to play something else, sir?
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He takes a deep gulp of his gin, then turns his attention back to the guitar.]
Yeah.