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@"Evelyn Pierce" "Hmm. Sinanay? Medyo... ewan. (Practiced? A bit... I don't know.)" Emman muttered to himself a bit, and then resolved to practice that trust he offered. There was something there, clearly - even if he ignored her words, the rest of her betrayed her. But still, digging too deep was not something he enjoyed. If Evelyn ever wanted to talk about it, he would be around to listen, but he wouldn't dig. That wasn't how he worked, and so with a shrug he dismissed it. "Not sure what, but eh. You okay?"

In response to everything, he once again took a drink. The flask was nearing half its final destination in his belly now, and yet he wasn't buzzed. For a second he contemplated bringing out one of the other flasks barely hidden in his other pockets, but Evelyn already called him out on being alcoholic. She wasn't wrong, actually. Emman knew it himself, and just laughed. "I know! Is why I say it! I'm alcoholic, but I am working alcoholic!"

He then sighed, elbows on the windows as he leaned back wistfully. "Some people say I'm bad example, bad iiiiin - fluence. 'Oh, Mister Trinidad, you're drinking again. What will the students think?' What I think is you only learn if you're yourself! if you're not you then how can you learn? Ay puta, anlalim nun ah. (Shit, that's deep.)"

He then turned unnaturally, twisting his entire body to face Evelyn. He was now a perfectly straight line extending from the windowsill to the floor, stiff for whatever reason. In his mind he figured that being all unprofessional might help her loosen up a bit. Then again, he was never too professional.

"So relax. Relax! This is place for you to be yourself. Whatever you do, long as you don't go kill people without making paalam (permission), is alright!"

And then he was standing upright again, pushing himself off the window. His goofy expression disappeared into a stern, almost warning stare. "But you have to be responsible. No one is responsible for you but you. Lahat ng gagawin - sorry, English - Everything you do is your fault, not my fault, not your mother's fault, not anyone. Yours."

@"Evelyn Pierce"
There was anger. A lot of it, and even without a translator Emman knew enough to guess that there wasn't much coherence to it. Familiar bitterness, and a fierce belief in oneself. Very familiar things, and things he'd dealt with from experience. She had a lot of things to work on, a lot of things to face. And based on her words, the things she had to work with were very sensitive matters. He may have been a bit bad and stiff with English, but only in speech; he could understand just fine the implications behind those charged words.

He reached out and gently placed a hand on Evelyn's head, ignoring the height difference in her favor. "Is just a reminder. Not saying you're not responsible. I say this to all students, because this is place full of danger. Everyone can do crazy shit here. Is just to be careful."

Then he smiled again, withdrawing his hand. He'd have taken another swig, but decided against it. Instead, he leaned against the windowsill again and talked. "I don't know what happened to you, don't think is the same as me, but you're safe and free here. Basta nga lang talaga wag ka manggago ng iba.(So long as you don't pull any bullshit on other people.) You can talk to me if you want, or no, but thing I want you to do is relax."

Emman perused the files once again, checking the profile and scrunching his face. His eyes lingered on the basic information portion for a while, and he sighed and chuckled to himself. "I'd offer drink, but you're not legal yet. Too young. I started drinking younger than you, for wrong reasons... Medyo kita mo ata kung ano napala ko dun. (I think you can see where that went wrong.)

And then he just laughed, still contemplating Evelyn's words. They actually made him a bit angry himself underneath his calm and controlled, albeit seemingly drunken demeanor. Emman did have a soft spot for students, and the possibility of atrocity against them rubbed him the wrong way. Not that he'd mention it. Or the possibility that after everything was done, he could dig further into this matter.

@"Evelyn Pierce"

The offer of vodka he'd yet to try brightened Emman up a bit, but he still shook his head. As much as he enjoyed drinking with students - or drinking in general - being the alcoholic was his job and he wasn't quite too keen on sending people down the same path. Besides, the file was confusing. He couldn't be too sure of her actual age, and even if he were to decide to trust in her and her file, he didn't know which legal drinking age to apply to her either. Not like that ever stopped him, but he had to show just a little bit more restraint and take a bit more convincing.

"Thank you, but alcoholism is my job. You're too young! ...I think..? Don't know applicable drinking age for you."

He tilted his head comically in confusion, masking his contemplation of the weirdness of the entire situation. Why would she have vodka in the first place, if she was only this old? Who would give it to her? For what reason exactly? And the thing that bothered him most - why would someone raised in a military environment even be receiving vodka? Perhaps things were just different in Russia, he shrugged mentally. Then he started cringing at his denial of the offer, realizing that he could probably have asked more if she was under the influence.

"Ayayayay. 'La na. Nasabi na eh." (Too late. Said it already.)

@"Evelyn Pierce"

"Tangina ano ba yan? (What the fuck?) Why are you drinking?" Emman yelled, but before he could properly react she'd downed three swigs of vodka and was not handling those swigs well. He was going to snatch the bottle away but the sloshing of vodka brought to mind an idea. He knew where she was supposed to stay so if she passed out, he could just take her there and settle her in.

Feigning resignation but still eyeing Evelyn through his alcohol goggle-immune vision, he let out a sigh. "Okay, sige na nga (fine), I'll drink. You're not listening anyway... but I will not be responsible, ha?" His fingers closed around his own flask and he took a drink of his own swill. "To cheers!"

The not so brilliant idea he had was a practical lesson on limitations - he could tell that she had poor alcohol tolerance (though most people did in relation to him anyway) and that this would most likely end up poorly for her. Then she'd wake up with a hangover and maybe the idea to not take drinking lightly.

Also, there was the chance she'd loosen up and talk more if she was drunk.

He might as well enjoy the trip, Emman thought as he brought up his flask to his lips with a call of "Drinking once!" and a swig. He wiped his mouth and brought the flask back, this time with the call of "Drinking twice! Miss, I - you're student, and you're girl, but if you're going to drink with me I treat you same as everybody. Okay? Kahit mahina ka ata sa alak. Tarantado kasi eh bigla-bigla nalang iinom ampota... (Even if you're weak against alcohol. Goddammit, suddenly just starting to drink like that...)"

@"Evelyn Pierce"

Emman shrugged, waiting on a chance to spring his subtle interrogations into action, Both of them leaned against the wall now, and a few students passed by eyeing him, as he stared right back at them with a raised eyebrow.

"Uptight? Don be like that. I look out for my students. I meet eeediots every day who can't drink and think they can. Tapos I get pay cut every time student gets drunk and goes doing stupid shit. Dun do stupid shit, ha?"

He drank again, emptying out his flask. While he had a few more on his person, it would be better if he managed to get some from Evelyn instead - there was no way he'd let her finish all that.

He clinked his flask against the wall where it rang out with a hollow clang to signify its emptiness. "I'm out. Pa-experience naman ako nyan oh. (Lemme experience that some of that.)"