Chris Traeger is a perfect storm of emotions. (waytogo) wrote in the100,
His eyes went slightly wide as he took in Cecil’s inebriated condition, but far be it from him to judge. Chris had witnessed most of his Pawnee friends getting wasted at the Snakehole Lounge just hours after meeting them. He’d kissed Ann Perkins when she was literally blackout drunk. She barely even remembered it the next day. So he was accustomed to being the sober companion (or at least the less-impaired companion) by now.
“Oh,” he sputtered, finding himself being tugged toward the couch before he could even respond to Cecil’s question. This was what Ann had been like after a few mixed drinks, that first night of their acquaintance. A whirlwind. There was something sort of charming about it. “I’m settling in wonderfully, thank you so much for asking!” It wasn’t exactly a lie, in that he could convince himself he believed it.
Chris planted himself on the sofa agreeably, but at the sight of the proffered bottle, Chris hesitated just a bit. “I usually prefer not to poison my body with dark alcohol,” he explained. If the local moonshine could indeed be classified as any specific kind of liquor other than ‘murky and suspicious.’ As a rule, he wasn’t a fan of consuming something unless he could identify every (ideally organic) ingredient. But desperate times called for desperate measures. “I suppose it couldn’t hurt to try a little!”