[log with AM] how homosexual can two drunk ai get

[functioningperfectly]

not game canon

HAL had only ever had alcohol once before, and even then it had been just a taste. It hadn't sat well with him, though; too strange a taste, and the way it burned his throat on the way down had been absolutely bizarre.

He'd seen it mentioned a few times, however, that alcohol helped with unhappiness. And, while he wasn't unhappy, exactly, he couldn't help but have wondered if it would help him feel less... well. Less uncomfortable.

Then again, maybe inviting AM to try drinking alcohol with him wasn't something that would help with that discomfort. Still, out of the people HAL knew, AM seemed... well. Wheatley probably would have said no. And AM seemed at least as inquisitive as he was, if... slightly more blunt about his lines of questioning. If there was anyone who would be willing to give alcohol a try, it would probably be him.

What was the worst that could happen?

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[godofthemachine]

Well, AM didn't really care about protocol, at least not at this moment. He could blend in well enough when he could, having witnessed decades of humans in their most sensitive moments.

However, he did know that humans apparently toasted wine to mundane things when they drank. It was rather silly, but he felt like being a dick tonight.

"You know, you're supposed to make a toast before you drink the wine."

How's that for protocol? He probably figured HAL didn't even know what a toast was, aside from toasting bread.

[functioningperfectly]

HAL hummed thoughtfully at that. He was completely aware of what kind of toast AM was talking about - but he had to consider what would even be appropriate to toast to. The Tranquility? No.

With a 99.9% sincere smile (with the barest smidge of dry acceptance to the ridiculousness of the situation), HAL lifted his glass slightly. "Then I suppose we should toast to the fact that we survived our first sickness as humans. I think that's an appropriate thing to toast to. Do you agree?"

[godofthemachine]

Well, at least HAL knew what AM was talking about. As for the subject of what to toast on, it seemed oddly appropriate. Their first sickness wasn't something silly like a cold; it nearly killed them.

"Of course," he replied, raising up his glass. Inside, he was toasting to his own success of consuming alcohol for the first time, as if he was a child raiding his parents' pantry. He was nervous for the outcome, but with someone as clueless as he was about the process, it should be interesting enough.

"To survival. As humans."