Re: Nate & Mike - Midnight
"I seem to remember drinking a lot of other people's drinks," Mike mumbled and yes, he'd definitely had too much to drink and the thought of trying to get down from that table was like some kind of a mountain climbing feat. He would never have done that under normal circumstances but the memory was clear. He'd been the Hatter and he'd gone around rambling at people while swapping drinks and outright ruining some girl's drink by pouring his own into it so it became gross and then he'd drank it anyway after she left it. Jesus. "This was not smart... Are you okay?" he asked then with sudden realization. Nate had been working but then he'd been ... a pirate? "What the fuck is going on?"
Nate wished he had a good answer to Mike’s question, but he honestly had no clue what had happened. As far as he could tell, he’d become convinced that he was really the Dread Pirate Roberts and Mike had been equally convinced that he was the Mad Hatter. Which was just insane. “I think we were drugged,” he said, though it spoke more of magic than any kind of narcotic. Drugs didn’t just suddenly wear off in mass, like Cinderella’s dress at midnight, but he didn’t think Mike was in a state to hear that they’d all been the punchline of some witch’s practical joke. “I don’t know if it was just Dragonfly, but…” Nate sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, knocking some loose from the ponytail. “This is a fucking mess. But… um… yeah, I feel okay. Just massively confused.”
"Yeah," Mike said, slowly uncrossing his legs and trying to get them off the table in a terribly uncoordinated manner. The boots felt heavier than they'd felt earlier in the evening, or maybe that was just his feet in general. Drugged sounded about right, or that weird pollution like the fog. At least it didn't look like anybody had been gravely injured or anything but then he wasn't exactly focused, nor was his vision. A lot of people seemed to have cleared out before the - whatever it was - had worn off and Mike wondered if everyone had been affected. Had Vicky? Did Jack ever even show up? And what happened to Noah and Magnus? Thinking sort of hurt his brain so he tried to stop, grasping the table tightly when his boots hit the floor because damn, balance was not his strong suit.
Nate reached out to steady Mike as he climbed off the table, worried that he might topple over at any minute. The only plus that he could think of was that Mike shouldn’t have had anything other than alcohol, even if there was lots of it. “Are you here with anyone? Do you need a ride home?” he asked, mind ticking to what he had beneath the bar that might be of use. He had a couple of hangover potions that would at least temper things down enough to ensure that Mike wasn’t dealing with any kind of alcohol poisoning. “I need to check in with the guy behind the bar, but then I can drive you, if you want.” They weren’t exactly close friends, but he knew Mike well enough that he didn’t want to just leave him. He’d feel better if he knew he got home safe.
"You're not drinking?" Mike asked dumbly and now that he thought about it, Nate looked kind of sober once he was out of pirate mode. It just made Mike feel more drunk by comparison and he hated it, like he was seventeen and couldn't handle his liquor. "I'm just gonna... I'm just gonna sit here," he muttered as he fumbled for a chair to sit down on. It felt like the safest option, to sit still and wait for Nate to come back. Nate would get him home. He recognized the guy behind the bar. They'd gone to school together but he didn't remember him working at Dragonfly before tonight. Asking Nate about it mattered to Mike for about ten seconds before he'd forgotten it again. He put his hat on his lap and wrapped his arms around it. It felt solid in a weirdly comforting way, something to focus on.