food in the woodsen

Zavien

Strike hands with me. The glass is brim.
The dew is on the heather.

His smile falls a little at Koa's uncertainty, sympathy softening his features as he bumps lightly against the man's shoulder. "That sounds like something you should probably figure out." Because Zavien knows as much as the next guy that living in limbo is not fun, and there will be no rest until the matter is settled, until everything is finally out in the open - whether Koa or Soh cracks first. 

Tipping his glass, he tries to offer the only solution his fuzzy fuddled brain can come up with, an eyebrow raised in suggestion. "Maybe a little more alcohol will clear things up for you." According to most people, it's a great way to lose logic, but sometimes distance is the only way to see the whole picture. And who knows, maybe tonight will be different (spoken like a real drinking novice).

He might have argued that a single would probably be more than enough for him, but Zavien had said he wanted to get drunk, so why take the slow road when he could plow right through? His mouth closes around the interruption, accepting the small glass of amber liquid. Not bothering to ask what it is (he really doesn't want to know), he lifts it to Koa in a final toast/salute before throwing it back in one fell swoop. It burns and sears his throat, making his face contort in a series of hilarious expressions ending in a shake of his head and a muffled cough. 

To no one's surprise, the shot kicks in like a crazy ex-girlfriend hellbent on reclaiming her obnoxious teacup puppy. It disorients and leaves him blinking for a second to adjust to the intrusion on his mind, reaching (stupidly) for his beer like it's not the equivalent of a slippery slope as he takes a sip to wash down the shot. Lucky for Koa, Hard Deep Questions are quickly abandoning him to the clutches of an encroaching fog, leaving him very vulnerable to whatever topic his friend might have in mind.

And love is good, and life is long,
and friends are best together.