Sunrise by the Ladon Bonfire: Van and Tanek
“I’m from Miami, dipshit.” Van informed Tanek of this with a burp. He pounded on his own chest with a fist a couple times. “I was raised on nude beaches and bath houses.” It wasn’t exactly true, Van had never been to a bath house and didn’t think they actually existed outside of Ancient Greece. But he wasn’t one to let his friends get away with thinking they knew more than him about the world.
“Sounds miserable.” He said of Tanek’s hypothetical future in the hands of a mad scientist. “Besides, didn’t you just escape from a place like that? Didn’t—.” He stopped himself. Bringing up Sorin, especially Sorin’s death and why he died would always be a sore spot for Tanek, and even drunk, Van didn’t want to bring it up. “You should do something different,” he said instead.
“D’awww. You’re so sweet, I think I got a cavity.” Instead of pointing at his own teeth, Van fingered at Tanek’s lips until he could tap his front tooth. Then he tugged his friend in for a nuzzling kind of hug. Then promptly vomited over Tanek’s shoulder.