Who: Diego Hargreeves and Fat Amy Where: The liquor store. When: Friday, April 19. What: Match-Up Warnings: None. Status: Closed | Match-Up | Completed GDoc
Amy was in need of alcohol, and not from Lou's or any other bar in the area. She was in need of alcohol to bring home, and seeing as none of the bars were very agreeable to that idea, she made a pit stop at the liquor store on her way home from work. She was going to get quite a nice selection, she decided. Some for her, some for Caroline, some for them to share. She didn't mind sharing with Caroline in the slightest. She was just glad to have the woman as a room mate. She liked Caroline.
She was roaming through the aisles at the liquor store, grabbing a few bottles, before stopping in front of the Fireball display. Did she want Fireball? Most likely the answer was yes. Couldn't go wrong with cinnamon whisky, really. She had gotten a cart for all her alcohol selections, it was almost as though she was stocking up for a party.
Maybe she should have a party.
***
Diego wasn't a big drinker. he didn't like how easily he lost control when he drank anything harder than beer. He didn't do it often, but he liked to have something on hand, just in case. Not so much for himself, but for other people, if they came over. He was not going to admit he maybe wanted to get something for Klaus. That would be ridiculous.
He stopped at the Fireball display, nodded at the woman next to him. "Hey. You like that stuff? Is it good?" He'd had it, knew that it was. But he'd pretend otherwise for the sake of conversation.
***
Amy looked toward the man who had spoken to her, tilting her head slightly. "It's... okay. I'm not sure what I'd use it for, though. Except maybe shots and I don't really feel like shots at the moment." Though just because she didn't want shots right this moment didn't mean that she wouldn't want shots later. She shrugged slightly, and put the bottle of Fireball into the cart of alcohol she was collecting. "I'm not sure I have enough alcohol," she said after a moment, with a slight smile.
"I don't think I've seen you around before. I'm Amy," she offered. She usually introduced herself as Fat Amy but tonight? Tonight she felt like just Amy. And while she didn't usually have a problem with introducing herself as Fat Amy, she sometimes got some weird looks. She was already probably going to get some odd looks with the amount of alcohol she was purchasing.
***
Diego couldn't help but notice the large amount of alcohol she had in her cart. "Are you having a party?" It seemed likely, given that she had several bottles. More than the average person could go through in a month. And she seemed inclined to gather more.
"Nevermind, it's none of my business. I'm Diego, by the way." He tacked the introduction on since she'd told him her name. Seemed like the thing to do. People in this town were so...friendly.
***
Amy looked at the alcohol in her cart when Diego asked if she was having a party. She smiled slightly, she hadn't realized how much alcohol she'd actually gotten. "I should have a party," she decided. "I'm getting enough booze for one, after all."
So, no, Diego. Amy did not have a party in mind at the moment. She was just getting a lot of alcohol, to stock up at the house. "It's not all for me, Diego," she offered. "Caroline is going to drink some of it. My roommate." But it was really quite a bit for two people, wasn't it?
***
Diego raised his hands in a surrender kind of motion. "Hey, I'm not judging. You do you, or whatever the kids say these days." He was pretty sure she was a few years younger than him, but obviously not really a kid. She was old enough to buy alcohol, after all.
"I'm just making conversation. Sorry if I'm being rude. My social skills are kind of...stunted."
***
She smiled at Diego, she really hadn't been offended. It was hard to offend Amy, really. "It's fine, really. You're not being rude in the slightest." After all, Amy was getting a lot of alcohol. A lot a lot. She understood that. And it might make her look like she had a problem with alcohol, but she didn't.
"How long have you been in town?" she asked. It wasn't that he seemed new, she just hadn't seen him around. So it was a valid question, really.
***
"About a month," he told her. Long enough to realise he wasn't going anywhere. He'd made a few new friends, though, and about half his siblings had showed up. Luckily the ones who were in town were the ones he didn't absolutely hate. His feelings for Vanya had softened somewhat since he'd learned about her suppressed powers.
"What about you? Gotta say it seems like you've been here a bit longer than me."
***
"I've been here for a while," she said. "I think it's been over a year." She wasn't completely certain of when she had shown up in town, but she liked it here. It was nice.
"How do you like it here, then?" she asked. "Is it a big adjustment from your home?" She knew it was for some people.
***
"It's an adjustment," Diego nodded. For sure. "I'm used to living under the radar." More or less. There was no 'under the radar' when he was with his siblings. They attracted attention, and trouble, pretty much where ever they went. Especially since Five came back and the world was scheduled to end thanks to Vanya.
"But it's not too bad. This place isn't terribly different than what I'm used to." In some ways, sure. But day to day life wasn't really different.
***
Amy nodded at the man's words. "I think it's an adjustment for a lot of people," she said, after a moment. "Luckily it isn't too terribly different from my home, so it was less of an adjustment for me. I still don't like being trapped here, though."
She was going a bit stir crazy here, actually. But she wasn't about to admit that. Maybe that's why she needed all the alcohol.
***
"I'd worry about the mental health of someone who liked being trapped." Which wasn't the same as someone who had made a life and enjoyed the life they had here. Being happy in a place didn't mean you accepted the conditions of it.
"I should get going, though. Enjoy your party." He gave a nod toward her basket of booze. He was kind of jealous, actually.