[ Alan leans his weight against the street sign, using the pole to slowly help him turn around to see who's calling out to him without totally face-planting. Not there's really any question as to "who" -- he'd know that brassy voice anywhere. He grins when he sees her, waving his arm; a more sober Alan would be relieved to see her while still overwhelmingly stressed about this unforeseen twist in their predicament, possibly even concerned about what else that could mean about their predicament, if it's a good or bad thing they're here together. He hadn't even thought about if going back onto the roof might have any other impact on her aside from the singularly obvious one, but they can't both be here solely because of him... right?
Tipsy Alan, however, couldn't be happier to see her. Thrilled, even. ]
You are here. Oh... [ One thought melts into the other as he stops waving and begins walking over. Good? Bad? ] No... are you okay? Did you... you didn't-- here. It's good.
[ He holds out his milkshake to offer her some. This is already complicated enough to figure out without trying to do it while confused and three or four "free drinks" gone. It's fine. ]
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[ Alan leans his weight against the street sign, using the pole to slowly help him turn around to see who's calling out to him without totally face-planting. Not there's really any question as to "who" -- he'd know that brassy voice anywhere. He grins when he sees her, waving his arm; a more sober Alan would be relieved to see her while still overwhelmingly stressed about this unforeseen twist in their predicament, possibly even concerned about what else that could mean about their predicament, if it's a good or bad thing they're here together. He hadn't even thought about if going back onto the roof might have any other impact on her aside from the singularly obvious one, but they can't both be here solely because of him... right?
Tipsy Alan, however, couldn't be happier to see her. Thrilled, even. ]
You are here. Oh... [ One thought melts into the other as he stops waving and begins walking over. Good? Bad? ] No... are you okay? Did you... you didn't-- here. It's good.
[ He holds out his milkshake to offer her some. This is already complicated enough to figure out without trying to do it while confused and three or four "free drinks" gone. It's fine. ]
Do you know why we're in Florida?