Cor sure as hell needs a drink or three after the past day or two. But he doesn't immediately reach for the alcohol. No, not with everyone else being here and clearly drowning their sorrows, or smiles, in various drinks. Instead, he starts off sitting at a corner table, water in his glass and a full plate of food before him. He's observing everyone, only stepping in if some idiot starts reaching for something other than fists and words for a fight.
But he's not adverse if someone approaches him mid-sip of his water. "...yeah? What is it?"
B - Strong Enough to Peel Paint
Some time later, though, he finally gives in and have one drink. Or so he tells himself that it would only be one. But judging from the smell, one would be forgiven to mistake it for paint thinner. But Cor's sipping on it like it hardly effects him. The most it's done is actually make him open up a bit more to strangers and familiar faces alike.
Including a certain cosplaying Moogle. "Relax, Tommy, I'm not even buzzed. This is actually good."
"But, but...how can you drink that and not be--oh, what's the term...sloshed?"
C - Buzzed and...mmmmellow?
Late in the evening, Cor's nowhere as stoic as he normally is. He's not black-out drunk, but he's certainly had enough to show his emotions more openly. Happy subjects? He actually smiles around strangers, and jokes more easily. Sad subjects? He'll give a shoulder patt, or a one-arm hug.
Unless, of course, you've come across him when he's scowling and has a clenched fist on the bar counter. "You wanna repeat that, asshole?" he growls at the other person he was just talking to.
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Cor sure as hell needs a drink or three after the past day or two. But he doesn't immediately reach for the alcohol. No, not with everyone else being here and clearly drowning their sorrows, or smiles, in various drinks. Instead, he starts off sitting at a corner table, water in his glass and a full plate of food before him. He's observing everyone, only stepping in if some idiot starts reaching for something other than fists and words for a fight.
But he's not adverse if someone approaches him mid-sip of his water. "...yeah? What is it?"
B - Strong Enough to Peel Paint
Some time later, though, he finally gives in and have one drink. Or so he tells himself that it would only be one. But judging from the smell, one would be forgiven to mistake it for paint thinner. But Cor's sipping on it like it hardly effects him. The most it's done is actually make him open up a bit more to strangers and familiar faces alike.
Including a certain cosplaying Moogle. "Relax, Tommy, I'm not even buzzed. This is actually good."
"But, but...how can you drink that and not be--oh, what's the term...sloshed?"
C - Buzzed and...mmmmellow?
Late in the evening, Cor's nowhere as stoic as he normally is. He's not black-out drunk, but he's certainly had enough to show his emotions more openly. Happy subjects? He actually smiles around strangers, and jokes more easily. Sad subjects? He'll give a shoulder patt, or a one-arm hug.
Unless, of course, you've come across him when he's scowling and has a clenched fist on the bar counter. "You wanna repeat that, asshole?" he growls at the other person he was just talking to.