[This is a perfect day to get wine drunk on your own wine. He's tired and doesn't even want to think about the papers he needs to grade, so he settles in pretty quickly when he gets home. He changes into something much more casual, washes up for a bit, and then distracts himself with tidying on until Engie arrives.
He answers the door... in a t-shirt. Pants, too, of course, but a t-shirt. Soak it in.]
[Engineer doesn't take too long to get ready. He slips into some clean, non-grease stained clothes (which is a legitimate marvel, seeing how 98% of his wardrobe had SOMETHING on it) and was out the door. When he arrives, he's dressed fairly similarly, a button-down and some jeans, and... stares.
Mostly at the fact the fact he's never seen Spy in a t-shirt. Yeah, he's soaking it in.]
[Ah. Yeah, he supposes it would be weird to see him in anything this casual. He sighs, rubbing his jaw.]
Indeed. It's been... a day.
[Spy opens the door wider to let Engie in. The wine is bottled up and everything! There's no label yet, but it looks legitimate already. Spy settles on the couch and pops it open, wasting no time in pouring them both a glass.]
Looks like it. Don't think I ever seen you in anything cotton.
[At least, that's what Dell's guessing it is. Cotton, and under fifty dollars. He could tease and ask how much it cost, or if he got it at Targét (with an extremely important emphasis on the accent), but Spy looks tired enough.
His lip quirks, eyes obviously crinkling without his usual goggles on, as he nods and steps in. His hands come out of his pockets as he comes up to the couch and sits next to Spy.]
Usually does. I go for beer or whiskey, mostly, but I ain't gonna argue against wine. How much you got made so far?
I suppose this place has taught me that t-shirts can be sophisticated with effort.
[At least he's still wearing pants. There's hope for him yet tonight. He also remains decent in how much he pours - as much as he would love to lose himself in wine at the moment, this is a tasting and he doesn't want to pour a giant glass of wine that Dell might hate.]
A few bottles. I made a small first batch as a test.
[He picks up his glass, but doesn't drink from it yet.]
I've seen 'em with suit jackets, if that makes any sense to ya.
[Because... yeah. They're both still a decade behind 1984's casual, oversized suits, and even farther behind the 2019 version of the same look.]
Not a bad production so far.
[But first, he has to actually taste it. He takes the glass. Believe it or not, despite his rural, small town upbringing, Engineer knows how to do a proper wine test. He notes the color, swirls it, sniffs it, notes the color... and finally takes a sip. No point in aspirating or spitting it back, though - they're not in a vineyard.
For a moment, his expression stays neutral, taking the time to just let the taste settle in his mouth. Then, finally, his eyebrows raise.]
[It's a brave new world of fashion, and he's just now starting to embrace it. But also, buttons are too much effort today.
He waits for Engie to take his first sip before going in for his own first taste. Spy's certain it won't be god-awful, at any rate, but God knows he demands nothing but perfection in life. Still, he's pleasantly surprised that Engineer likes it. Certainly not bad for his first solo attempt at making wine.
Since it's palatable, he goes ahead and fills their glasses with a proper serving.]
Good. Alcohol tends to be temperamental. I'm glad it's palatable, at least.
[The compliment, even with the nickname attached, brings a genuine smile to Spy's face. He always figured Engie as hard to impress, so there's a special satisfaction in how he takes a bigger drink. He hums quietly at the suggestion to sell.]
I was, yes. If others are as much of a fan as you, I suppose I'll have to come up with a name.
Hoss, I've been to a whole lotta Texas vineyards. I got my predilections, but I can be as picky about grapes as the next wine snob. It's good.
[It's true. Engineer's hard to genuinely impress. Color him impressed anyway, especially with a compliment like that.
The merc leans back against the couch and holds the glass on his knee. He likes that smile on Spy's face, too, and winds up watched it for a lot longer than he realizes.]
Point bein', others are gonna like it. Got a name in mind yet?
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If you aren't busy, I've managed to make a batch of wine that I'm happy with. but I could use a second opinion.
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Finally did it, huh? Sure. I can be a wine sort of fella. Did it enough at parties, anyway. Where and when?
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oh yeah also we can action thread this here if you wanna
[wine him, baby]
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[This is a perfect day to get wine drunk on your own wine. He's tired and doesn't even want to think about the papers he needs to grade, so he settles in pretty quickly when he gets home. He changes into something much more casual, washes up for a bit, and then distracts himself with tidying on until Engie arrives.
He answers the door... in a t-shirt. Pants, too, of course, but a t-shirt. Soak it in.]
Been busy, I take it?
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Mostly at the fact the fact he's never seen Spy in a t-shirt. Yeah, he's soaking it in.]
... That's a t-shirt.
[11 PhDs, THIS ONE.]
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Indeed. It's been... a day.
[Spy opens the door wider to let Engie in. The wine is bottled up and everything! There's no label yet, but it looks legitimate already. Spy settles on the couch and pops it open, wasting no time in pouring them both a glass.]
But this should help, no?
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[At least, that's what Dell's guessing it is. Cotton, and under fifty dollars. He could tease and ask how much it cost, or if he got it at Targét (with an extremely important emphasis on the accent), but Spy looks tired enough.
His lip quirks, eyes obviously crinkling without his usual goggles on, as he nods and steps in. His hands come out of his pockets as he comes up to the couch and sits next to Spy.]
Usually does. I go for beer or whiskey, mostly, but I ain't gonna argue against wine. How much you got made so far?
[He's curious.]
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[At least he's still wearing pants. There's hope for him yet tonight. He also remains decent in how much he pours - as much as he would love to lose himself in wine at the moment, this is a tasting and he doesn't want to pour a giant glass of wine that Dell might hate.]
A few bottles. I made a small first batch as a test.
[He picks up his glass, but doesn't drink from it yet.]
But I can trust you to be a fair critic.
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[Because... yeah. They're both still a decade behind 1984's casual, oversized suits, and even farther behind the 2019 version of the same look.]
Not a bad production so far.
[But first, he has to actually taste it. He takes the glass. Believe it or not, despite his rural, small town upbringing, Engineer knows how to do a proper wine test. He notes the color, swirls it, sniffs it, notes the color... and finally takes a sip. No point in aspirating or spitting it back, though - they're not in a vineyard.
For a moment, his expression stays neutral, taking the time to just let the taste settle in his mouth. Then, finally, his eyebrows raise.]
Good stuff. I'll be damned.
[That's a compliment. It's good.]
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[It's a brave new world of fashion, and he's just now starting to embrace it. But also, buttons are too much effort today.
He waits for Engie to take his first sip before going in for his own first taste. Spy's certain it won't be god-awful, at any rate, but God knows he demands nothing but perfection in life. Still, he's pleasantly surprised that Engineer likes it. Certainly not bad for his first solo attempt at making wine.
Since it's palatable, he goes ahead and fills their glasses with a proper serving.]
Good. Alcohol tends to be temperamental. I'm glad it's palatable, at least.
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Engineer brings the glass down, and nods his thanks with a grin.]
Damn palatable. You're a vintner yet, Spook.
[Evident by the fact he takes much bigger pull after Spy fills his glass. He brings the glass down with a satisfied sigh.]
I ain't done a wine tasting since I had to schmooze a college dean in Waco. You thinkin' of sellin' this stuff?
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I was, yes. If others are as much of a fan as you, I suppose I'll have to come up with a name.
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[It's true. Engineer's hard to genuinely impress. Color him impressed anyway, especially with a compliment like that.
The merc leans back against the couch and holds the glass on his knee. He likes that smile on Spy's face, too, and winds up watched it for a lot longer than he realizes.]
Point bein', others are gonna like it. Got a name in mind yet?