Put like that, it sounds vulgar. Getting drunk together is what businessmen do. Getting drunk alone is what very, very sad people do. Getting drunk underage is just kind of dirty and unspeakable, and plenty of things about Erika's life are loserly and distasteful and the kind of thing people talk about in whispers while not looking her in the eye but this strikes a different note entirely.
(None of that really applies to Venus, though, first of all because Erika's never had much trouble reconciling the online and the offline and this day-drinker seems to her like an appendage of the network's bold Aphrodite, the coin that peppers her comments with smileys on one side and not-so-subtly tells people to go fuck themselves on the other. Second, because she's got wings and eyes all over, which gives Erika the impression of a Digimon, and Digimon follow their own, wilder set of rules. There's a divide between this world and that world, and obviously it's wide enough to sit on with a foot in each realm given the number of people who build their lives around doing so, but this dingy bar just screams realside a little too loudly for comfort.)
Swimming, swimming thoughts.]
That's kind of depressing. [Not the...specific thing, but the whole train of thought related to that, that that's what it feels like and lots of people do that and what does it say about, like, life in general...and the train of thought collapses itself into one judgy sentence. Whoops.] I'm probably not going to like it. [WHOOPS. God. Okay. Erika resolves to get over herself, and gives Venus a closer look, easing to her presence now that she has a bit of a sense of what she does. She meets the eyes all over her wings and examines them, mouth thin and gaze intent, scraping up the sight with a methodical curiosity.] Do you see with all of them at once?
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Put like that, it sounds vulgar. Getting drunk together is what businessmen do. Getting drunk alone is what very, very sad people do. Getting drunk underage is just kind of dirty and unspeakable, and plenty of things about Erika's life are loserly and distasteful and the kind of thing people talk about in whispers while not looking her in the eye but this strikes a different note entirely.
(None of that really applies to Venus, though, first of all because Erika's never had much trouble reconciling the online and the offline and this day-drinker seems to her like an appendage of the network's bold Aphrodite, the coin that peppers her comments with smileys on one side and not-so-subtly tells people to go fuck themselves on the other. Second, because she's got wings and eyes all over, which gives Erika the impression of a Digimon, and Digimon follow their own, wilder set of rules. There's a divide between this world and that world, and obviously it's wide enough to sit on with a foot in each realm given the number of people who build their lives around doing so, but this dingy bar just screams realside a little too loudly for comfort.)
Swimming, swimming thoughts.]
That's kind of depressing. [Not the...specific thing, but the whole train of thought related to that, that that's what it feels like and lots of people do that and what does it say about, like, life in general...and the train of thought collapses itself into one judgy sentence. Whoops.] I'm probably not going to like it. [WHOOPS. God. Okay. Erika resolves to get over herself, and gives Venus a closer look, easing to her presence now that she has a bit of a sense of what she does. She meets the eyes all over her wings and examines them, mouth thin and gaze intent, scraping up the sight with a methodical curiosity.] Do you see with all of them at once?