Relax, Hermann. I can't promise I won't be cranky in the morning, and sure, there's a chance I'll take you down with me? But I know this one's, like, on me.
[It's not like Hermann held a gun to his head and made him drink all that beer. The blame game might become more of an issue after their future night on the town, but in the meantime, Hermann's in the clear.
The missing keys, however, are troubling. He pats himself down again as he goes, mentally retracing his steps through the city. Did he leave them at a bar...? Drop them in the street somewhere? Did he even bring them with in the first place? He can't remember.
He's lost in thought for a while there, trying and failing to solve this puzzle, and it takes Hermann saying something about spare clothing to pull him out of it. What??? His head whips around, frowning... But also ticking up an eyebrow.]
You're gonna let me into your room? You know I've been drinking, right? [As if Hermann could forget. But still! This is an unexpected development.]
I'm all wet. I might barf. I'm definitely gonna get "essence of Hong Kong's nightlife" all over your clothes and that's a stink that takes a few washes to get out. And frankly, there's no telling what kind of weird crap I might get up to while you're passed out.
[He's making an amazing case for himself, he knows, but if Hermann is serious about this offer, Newt isn't dealing with buyer's remorse in the morning. He'll be too hungover for that nonsense.]
[ The lopsided pull of his mouth and his crinkled brow wordlessly asks, 'Is that a serious question ?'. This look on his face remains (minus an eye twitch at the whole 'essence of Hong Kong nightlife' bit) as Newt rambles off information that Hermann is already all too well aware of. If he is attempting to pursue him to change his mind, it may just work. ]
If you mean to say that you would prefer the couch, a simple "no" would be an adequate answer. You certainly wouldn't be hurting my feelings. Do try to keep yourself from vomiting on the floor, though. The lab already smells like formaldehyde.
[ That could sound sarcastic. It isn't. Do not throw up on the floor. ]
Unless this is a warning. If that's the case, then you should know that I have an idea of what to expect. I've known you for years, Newton.
[ And they spend nearly every waking moment together. Dealing with his drunk self has been straightforward enough. While it has also been slightly arduous, none of the transpired events have been all that surprising. The actual worst that could happen, he predicts, is that Newt throws up. ]
If you would like to come to my room, you may use the shower and change into a clean set of clothing, and while you do so, I will find you an area to sleep. If not, do enjoy the couch. Whatever you choose, know that I am not continuing this conversation any longer. I am going to bed. [ He turns, then, and sets off back towards the living quarters. ]
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Relax, Hermann. I can't promise I won't be cranky in the morning, and sure, there's a chance I'll take you down with me? But I know this one's, like, on me.
[It's not like Hermann held a gun to his head and made him drink all that beer. The blame game might become more of an issue after their future night on the town, but in the meantime, Hermann's in the clear.
The missing keys, however, are troubling. He pats himself down again as he goes, mentally retracing his steps through the city. Did he leave them at a bar...? Drop them in the street somewhere? Did he even bring them with in the first place? He can't remember.
He's lost in thought for a while there, trying and failing to solve this puzzle, and it takes Hermann saying something about spare clothing to pull him out of it. What??? His head whips around, frowning... But also ticking up an eyebrow.]
You're gonna let me into your room? You know I've been drinking, right? [As if Hermann could forget. But still! This is an unexpected development.]
I'm all wet. I might barf. I'm definitely gonna get "essence of Hong Kong's nightlife" all over your clothes and that's a stink that takes a few washes to get out. And frankly, there's no telling what kind of weird crap I might get up to while you're passed out.
[He's making an amazing case for himself, he knows, but if Hermann is serious about this offer, Newt isn't dealing with buyer's remorse in the morning. He'll be too hungover for that nonsense.]
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If you mean to say that you would prefer the couch, a simple "no" would be an adequate answer. You certainly wouldn't be hurting my feelings. Do try to keep yourself from vomiting on the floor, though. The lab already smells like formaldehyde.
[ That could sound sarcastic. It isn't. Do not throw up on the floor. ]
Unless this is a warning. If that's the case, then you should know that I have an idea of what to expect. I've known you for years, Newton.
[ And they spend nearly every waking moment together. Dealing with his drunk self has been straightforward enough. While it has also been slightly arduous, none of the transpired events have been all that surprising. The actual worst that could happen, he predicts, is that Newt throws up. ]
If you would like to come to my room, you may use the shower and change into a clean set of clothing, and while you do so, I will find you an area to sleep. If not, do enjoy the couch. Whatever you choose, know that I am not continuing this conversation any longer. I am going to bed. [ He turns, then, and sets off back towards the living quarters. ]