rl with wesker

[touchofgenius]

He was still shaking from earlier. Being manhandled by Wesker was nothing new for him; Birkin had been hauled this way and that by the older man since they were teenagers. But Birkin never used to feel so angry about it, a remnant of that independence Stein gave him a taste of. And while his jaw hurt, his pride hurt more.

When Wesker returned without immediately coming to Birkin for bandages and whatnot, he decided to give the other man a chance to cool down. Just in case.

After the better part of an hour without word from his... Friend however, Birkin decided it was time to make the first move and make a few things clear.

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[touchofgenius]

"Well I always enjoy Italian. If you're in the mood for it, of course." Birkin beamed up at him, clearly feeling more confident even if he was still hesitant about his words. "...And I have some gin in my lab, if you want. There's probably something around here we could mix it with." Birkin's opinions on drinking at least had changed slightly. He was always up for a few drinks now and then. He gained a bit of confidence as his words slurred together, which he admittedly enjoyed.

[tyranngott]

The taller man considered that for a moment, then inclined his head. "Yes. I think that might do just fine." There was a place he could have someone swing by, pick something up. The mention of drinking did make hi glance, an amused smile not quite curling at his lips. "I think it will take more than gin."

[touchofgenius]

"Sadly, I'm all out of rufilin, so you'll have to cope with just gin, Your Majesty." Birkin raised an eyebrow with a smirk, meeting Wesker's almost-smile with confidence. "But if we start drinking now, before you've eaten, it might actually have an effect, virus or no. It's worth a shot, right?" A snicker and a slight, embarrassed-for-laughing-at-his-own-bad-joke blush appeared on his face. "Get it? Worth 'a shot'?"