[ Charles hasn't been particularly friendly which isn't like him, but he is mostly doing that because he's tired of voices. He has had polite conversation with others before now and he never minds it, but he hasn't sought out the other people clearly vacationing here for a chat. He's seen her though, so perhaps now is when he decided to take the opportunity. Charles notices beautiful women, even if he hasn't thought about any in over a decade. He still has eyes. She seems like she's taking advantage of the situation the same way he is.
She seems as interested in drinking away her troubles as he is too, so they're like-minded in that. Charles has brushed the edge of tipsy a few times as he has started out each day with a morning drink through the evening. He's pacing himself but the splendid nature of having actual liquor in front of him he's embracing. There are a lot of frustrating things about being here, and interpersonal relationships that he's still figuring out, so the freedom is nice. ]
I can't say I'm surprised a drink like that would be called a Long Island. It suits the location. [ He says dryly. New York humor. He may be from the state and not the city, but some things carry over.]
Excellent taste.
[ Charles takes the whiskey with a smile, noting the name right away. He likes bourbon and scotch and all varieties, but sometimes he just wants it straight. He brought his empty glass with him, it's become a treasured object for him while he's been here. He gets a healthy pour, setting the bottle on a nearby side table. He prefers not being in his chair when he can and get some difference, so he reaches up and lifts himself into one of the bar stools instead. He has strong arms from his years in the chair so it's not that difficult. ]
Why thank you, very gracious of you. [ Charles laughs. ] Charles Xavier. I've seen you around the resort the past day or so. Someone else who clearly decided to take advantage of a rare luxury, mmm?
sorry for the wait ended up a long week!
She seems as interested in drinking away her troubles as he is too, so they're like-minded in that. Charles has brushed the edge of tipsy a few times as he has started out each day with a morning drink through the evening. He's pacing himself but the splendid nature of having actual liquor in front of him he's embracing. There are a lot of frustrating things about being here, and interpersonal relationships that he's still figuring out, so the freedom is nice. ]
I can't say I'm surprised a drink like that would be called a Long Island. It suits the location. [ He says dryly. New York humor. He may be from the state and not the city, but some things carry over.]
Excellent taste.
[ Charles takes the whiskey with a smile, noting the name right away. He likes bourbon and scotch and all varieties, but sometimes he just wants it straight. He brought his empty glass with him, it's become a treasured object for him while he's been here. He gets a healthy pour, setting the bottle on a nearby side table. He prefers not being in his chair when he can and get some difference, so he reaches up and lifts himself into one of the bar stools instead. He has strong arms from his years in the chair so it's not that difficult. ]
Why thank you, very gracious of you. [ Charles laughs. ] Charles Xavier. I've seen you around the resort the past day or so. Someone else who clearly decided to take advantage of a rare luxury, mmm?