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[The walk back to Lucky 38 is a quiet one, but pleasantly so. When they make it back Boone takes Egon up to the suite and finally lets go of him, going into the kitchen to fix up drinks.]

What did you want?

[He has pretty much everything here, so whatever Egon is looking for he can probably make it.]

[hauntpadour]

Know how to make an old fashioned?

[He's always a whiskey guy. The demon lounges himself on one of the bar chairs, watching Boone go over his massive collection of alcohol. It's impressive and, frankly, a little beautiful.]

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Sure.

[He mixes up the drink, and makes himself just a plain whiskey before heading back over to the large table, setting Egon's drink down and sitting beside him. He may have a large collection of drinks to choose from, but he always sticks with his favourite. Since the whiskey is still the same type from Boone's home, it glows a warm orange in its glass.]

Thanks for today. It was nice.

[He wasn't expecting it, but it had turned out okay.]

[hauntpadour]

[That's a curious glow. He'd wonder if it was safe to eat, but Boone seems... fine. Fine enough anyway, he made it to twenty-six. The demon just goes on and drinks.]

It was. Spontaneity helps that sometimes.

[Whether is actually counts or not, Egon leans over and punctuates the statement by giving Boone a light kiss.]

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[He smiles a little at the kiss, leaning in to return it.]

Yeah, it does.

[He goes back to his drink, but he seems pleased.]

Think I'm getting more used to this.

[Which is a good sign, right? Even if there's a large part of him that insists he shouldn't, he's becoming more comfortable with Egon.]

[hauntpadour]

[It's good, it feels good, and he's slowly gaining confidence about it. The demon smiles a little into his cocktail as he drinks, nodding pleasantly.]

I'm glad.

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[Boone watches him for a little bit, fairly content with how things are going. When he finishes his drink, he stands up again and goes to get another.]

You want another drink?

[Egon should know by now that going to Boone's place for drinks means at least getting tipsy.]

[hauntpadour]

Sure.

[He knows how things go. It was a routine they were both comfortable with. The demon raises his glass for Boone to refill. Plus being tipsy is fun with Boone.]

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[He pours out some whiskey for the both of them, then after a moment of thought grabs the entire whiskey bottle and just brings it over to the table. Because face it, they're drinking the entire thing.]

How long you gonna be a demon for, anyway?

[hauntpadour]

[To be fair, they are. Egon downs his drink before sliding bottle over and taking a sip right from the neck.]

Just a month. I'm hoping I'll have all my wings back when I return to normal.

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That'd be nice.

[He raises his eyebrows as Egon downs his drink and then drinks from the bottle.]

Trying to drink faster than me or something? Cause I'll warn you, I can probably beat you.

[hauntpadour]

[The demon gives him a fittingly devilish little smile, waggling the bottle before passing it over.]

Not really, but if you want to make it a contest.

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[He takes the bottle and downs a mouthful, before putting the bottle back on the table for Egon with a slight smirk.]

Okay, you're on. We making any bets?

[hauntpadour]

[And now it's back-and-forth. The demon is plenty glad to take a swallow and only sputter a little.]

Anything you've got.

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[Boone doesn't sputter at all, but he drinks whiskey like this daily. Honestly, maybe the competition is a little unfair.]

Okay... if you win, you can pick out a bottle of alcohol to take home. Unless you want something else, that is.

[hauntpadour]

[Maybe so, Egon is used to supping.]

I'll take it.

If you win, I can either pay for a weeks groceries for you or... [He taps his chin, thinking and drinking.] Sexy back massage.

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[Hmmm, both decent offers. He could probably use a massage, though...]

Okay, I'll take the massage.

[He wonders if Egon expected him to pick that option. Probably not. He takes his turn drinking, then hands the bottle back.]

You any good at them?

[hauntpadour]

[He actually didn't, but he can work with it. Egon winks a little before taking his drink and sputtering only a little bit again. He is still trying to win, even if he does want to offer that massage.]

Peter had back problems, I figured out some good massage techniques. I can figure out the sexy part as I go.

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[He was hoping Egon would say something like that. It's more incentive for him to win.]

Good. Transforming every night is hell on my back.

[Hell on his everything, actually. And yeah, he's talking like he's sure he's going to win.]

[hauntpadour]

[It does always look or sound painful, he'd like to help.]

[And also maybe fit in something actual sexy, if Boone allows it.]

I'd say so.

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[They keep drinking, and Boone isn't showing any signs of slowing down yet. He is, however, becoming fairly drunk. To him, that's just a good way to finish off the night. Go out, go fishing, get a meal, come home and drink. What's not to like?]

How're you feeling? Ready to give up yet?

[hauntpadour]

[Egon is only a little woozy- He's not a heavyweight like Boone, but he's decent. But oof, another swig and his vision is swimming. He doesn't want to get too drunk to fulfill his losing bet.]

Mmm...

Maybe... not quite...

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You sound pretty done.

[He pointedly takes another drink of whiskey, handing the bottle over.]

Come on, don't make yourself sick.

[hauntpadour]

Ah... fine.

[He shakes his head, pushing the bottle back and going to get himself a drink of water.]

You win, but only because I want to be able to walk home safely.

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[He is, at the very least, not a sore winner. He just smiles to himself and gets up to do the same.]

You say that like I wouldn't offer for you to stay here.

[Still, he wins, so he wanders over to Egon and leans against him.]

Think you owe me something.