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[ he tilts his head, unsure of what this means. ]

Think about it!

Okay, so in the middle of the Civil War, brother fighting brother, slavery, states' rights, all that drama...some guy sat up and went, "Whoah! You know what this ripped apart nation really needs? A delicious steak sauce!"

[giggles, snorts, more than a little drunk] I mean...that's kind of nuts.

[ his eyebrow arches upward. he can feel her heartbeat, the slow movement of someone who's intoxicated. not to mention her giggling and the subject matter at hand. steak sauce. ]

— and how much have you had tonight, Alexa?

Not as much as I will have had in an hour. [sips Mai Tai]

Can you imagine? I mean...back then, there was no internet or TV, just this guy. The whole world is burning, going to hell, and this guy's mind is on steak sauce. People dying...war...and he can only think about steak needing something more.

Talk about irony.

[ he tilts his head, brows knitting over his eyes. does he want to know why alcohol is the chosen hobby of the night? of course. curiosity takes over: ]

— but why are you drinking?

[ the steak sauce again. he wonders why this is the topic of conversation. he chalks it up to drunkspeak and shrugs his shoulders. ]

What else would you do? If the world is in danger, most people turn to comfort. It's not that odd of an idea.

Because drugs are expensive? [laughs at her own dumb joke]

But think about it. Imagine back then what it would take to mass produce a steak sauce and sell it. I mean, spices must have been hard to get, factories were consumed by the war machine, the industrial revolution and all that? Getting a patent must have taken forever. But this guy was so sure of himself, so CERTAIN that he had this great thing. He didn't say he would wait till the war is over, no...he just did it. He created this thing that he must have been so sure and so passionate about?

[sips] I always thought being a mom would be the be all and end all of life, but it isn't. They are their own little people. They can't be our steak sauce. I want to find MY steak sauce...my purpose and passion, something that is mine.

Does that make sense, and why aren't you drinking?

Drugs are no better. [ he throws her a look, chin tilted downward. it's not that he completely disapproves — he's at least thankful that she's drinking instead of whatever else. ]

Oh.

[ a beat. it finally clicks in his head, and he raises one of his fingers, wagging it. he smiles broadly, figuring that this isn't the first time alexa has gone off on a tangent about something only to circle back to a point. ]

Passion — you haven't found anything you like? Parenthood can only take you so far. [ just ask him. ] Do something else.

[ he blinks at her question, brows shooting up. ]

It takes gallons to get me drunk.

Only if you do them correctly. [rests chin on her hands on the bar]

I could be a singer, except when I sing, the dog hides under the couch. I am really good at delegating. Then, I do have the necklace that the witch gave me in Rome, so I could stop time...or have my vampire friends turn me into one of them. Whattaya think? I mean, you are so way smart...

[giggles, and gives him cat-eyed look] I'll let you in on a secret...I own the bar, so GALLONS? Not a problem.

OOC: My computer crashed and started new job. sorry!!!

I've never done them. I doubt anything strong enough exists — not that I'd do them.

[ tilting his head as alexa rests her chin, he raises a brow. stopping time? vampires? he studies her face, gauging whether or not she's serious. him being a human ( mostly ) lie detector also helps. listening her heartbeat — she's serious. dead serious. ]

Singing isn't my strong suit, either. I've been to Rome. If you can stop time, what makes you think you couldn't be like me? You could do some good with that, or bad, depending on what you want to be.

[ homelander smirks, watching alexa's eyes. shaking his head, he points at her playfully. ]

No drinking for me. I'm always on the job.

I used to use painkillers for my back. Got tossed around by a demon. Anyway...I stopped using them. I use others, don't get me wrong. But for fun, only. Never when the kid is around.

I have been married to the oldest man on Earth...Methos? I have actually been married to three different Immortals, but two of them are regular Immies and Mark? He was forced, by this Druid priest...it's a LONG story. Trust me on this one.

[giggles...a sound she hasn't made in years]

You are the only man who has made me really laugh in a long time. Well done. Most men make me all...stabbity...these days. But you should...you should come to my house that is all hidden with the dungeon and all that. We will play board games, I will kick your butt at Fact or Crap, we can smoke some amazing weed, drink good wine and have a fire. I will then tell you about some ideas I have...oh, but I have to get rid of the guy I am keeping prisoner in there...first. But then, it is game night off duty.

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ur all good bb. <3

Re: ur all good bb. <3