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MINGLE | The "Everyone's Tired and Hungry" Post-Mission Pizza Party

CHARACTERS: Everyone! A free-for-all general chill-out time, thrown haphazardly together by a mad scientist.
LOCATION: The Mess Hall
DATE: Sometime after the mission. Y'all know.
CONTENT: The Orb Crew tries to relax for a hot goddamn minute.
WARNINGS: Likely drinking or drunkenness, the usual party antics. Very mildly image heavy, NSFW for naughty threads, properly marked.

It seems the party has been properly set up for you all! But of course, there's an exuberant amount of 'Newton*' flair added to it, and people can find all sorts of random things — markers for drawing on the pizza boxes (which he distinctly requested, super important) cover the tables, and it's clear by the one designed like a Pikachu and a dinosaur that he's already began scribbling on them. He's also made... board games literally comprised of pizza boxes as well, including Chess and Connect Four, which is lovingly set up side-by-side on a table and done with intent to annoy.

They've got one deck of cards for games, no chips; you'll have to just make some of your own out of pizza box cardboard. The most grand of all creation appears to be a normal-sized Skeeball table, made of flimsy material, with oranges for balls. It may or may not last the night, but it sure works for now!

There's a very strong bottle of liquor from their last mission open for everyone, and, well, it will get you drunk quite fast if you're not careful. But it's also a Bring Your Own Beer situation; hope you guys asked Viv for some to plan for the party!

Lastly, there's classic bar rock playing from an iPhone rigged to a speaker that looks very very cobbled together, from loose bits and bobs from the lab's many boxes. If you go fiddle with that phone's playlist, you may be able to find a small collection of songs that aren't rock, but are likely from the 90's or early 2000's.

And yes, there is a couch with a sign on it, designated specifically for people who wish to nap. If they'd like. Don't be rude, let people lay down when they're sleepy. (Maybe Newton just put that there for him, honestly.) There are 50 pizzas total, which is practically a whole-ass pizza per person, so enjoy! (And thanks, Viv!)

Feel free to bring your own flair to the party, if you'd like.

These are just a few things for a m b i e n c e.

(*If you mention him, he will appear like a terrible omen.)

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[A delighted shudder runs through him at the feeling of hands on him, excitement quickly overtaking any concern of inadequacy in Kirk's eyes. Looks like he got a passing grade — of course he did, he's totally hot stuff! Proof's in the pudding.

He snorts a laugh, kicking his last shoe off and running a hand along Kirk's stomach as he extends over him. His eyes trace up toward the nightstand again, to the sound of the small drawer sliding open. He used to be a lot more risky with his sex, y'know; it's honestly a miracle he hadn't been murdered by some serial killer. Either way, life happens, lessons are learned, and sex is safer. Mostly.]

I mean... if you don't mind, I don't mind. Just as long as lube's involved. I've learned my lesson on skimping out on the lube way too long ago. [Grinning, he hooks his foot around the back of Kirk's thigh, pulling him a bit closer.] What, you have some magic space STD-preventers, or something? Or are ship captains just given monthly screenings to make sure they're not carrying xenomorph germs?

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[ Passing grade with flying colors, if Newt was even worried about that. Not that Jim was even thinking about it that way. Newt's not the most chiseled guy he's seen, actually he's more on the soft and squishy side than anything, but then he knew that long before he got his clothes off, so. ]

Mm, something like it, [ He answers, letting out a soft laugh when Newt hooks him in and tugs him closer. It throws him just a little off-balance for a second once he comes back with the lube and the condoms (just in case Newt changes his mind or something), but he sets them down on the bed nearby and props his hands on the mattress, hips sinking down on top of Newt's. He moves them in a slow rolling motion for good measure, breathing a little harder at the friction. ]

Think we can... ah, save the sex-ed lesson for later. Unless you're really interested. But I don't— have any diseases or anything, promise.

[Hmm, how much is a captain's promise worth? He has to imagine quite a lot. Duty-bound, and all that jazz.]

Well, since you promise!

[He stiffens in surprise at the sudden pressure against his hyper-aroused dick, a soft, exasperated whine slipping through his lips. He reaches over and gives his arm a little slap, but it's clumsy and without any power to it.] You bastard, I wasn't ready for thAT. [Another high noise is bitten back behind his teeth as he shifts against him again, and despite the apparent complaint, that hooked leg instinctively pulls Kirk closer. Logic and overthinking takes a backburner to emotion and want and all the things lustful, just as he'd hoped leaping headlong into this.] Okayokayokay, just get me ready, you big cocktease! I'm dying here!

[ He would laugh at Newt's reaction, but he's also pretty sensitive right now, and all the grinding and wiggling gets him pretty hot and breathless instead. He groans, a crooked grin sneaking to his lips, parted lips pressing over Newt's pulse point on his neck. Just a little nibble, a gentle thing, barely there.

A hand reaches down to get a grip on Newt's thigh too, holding it up and somewhat steady while he bears down again. God, that's good. Though if Newt's reaction is anything to go by, it looks like he might not last very long even like this. ]

Geez, didn't know we were on the clock, [ He teases, but does ease up on the pressure, and eventually peels himself off Newt with another quick kiss. He shifts onto his knees instead, settled between Newt's legs, then reaches for that bottle of lube and uncapping it singlehandedly, all the while with his other hand lazily stroking Newt's dick. ] You're not dying. Maybe a little patience wouldn't do you any harm once in a while, you know...

[Newt swallows hard at the mouth at his throat, Adam's apple bobbing and soft sigh vibrating at Kirk's ear. He clings to him for a moment there with nails scraping just enough across his shoulder blades to leave harmless pinkish trails. It's hard to complain when he's practically enveloped in another person's arms, and every point where skin meets skin is soothing in a way he's never really been good at putting into words. Safety, maybe. Or understanding; that moment where someone else is on the same wavelength? Or — shit, maybe it's just that it's the antonymity of alone. Either way, he wants to drown in it like a dozen soft blankets.

He practically whines when Kirk pulls way, his head shooting up to watch him settle between his legs and collect the lube. He huffs:]

A little patience? No way!

[If you know Newt for more than a few minutes, you'll know patience is not his strong suit. But it sounds like Kirk's already all too familiar with the guy's basic flaw of not sitting still, as evidenced by the way he sits up a bit on his elbows and wriggles a little like someone in a dentist's chair.]

You know, this station could get slammed by a giant surprise meteor or something, and croak before we finish...! [He's clearly trying to complain and rant through Kirk's slow, methodical strokes, and most of what he says is strained by breathy groans and twitching hips.] And I don't know about you, but I'd be so pissed if I got blue-balled by death itself...!

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[ What's Newt whining for? He was the one demanding for Jim to get him ready, so that's exactly what he's doing. Granted, he's doing it at his own pace, because as eager as they might be (and Newt's clearly more eager than he is), he still wants to make this good for them both, and not rush to the end. ]

I think you're just worried you're gonna come too fast before we're done, [ He says with a shameless grin, winking down at Newt. God, okay, he looks really nice like that. Jim doesn't let him wait long despite the teasing, and moves both hands so one can grab his ass, spreading just a little wider, while the other moves down and lubed fingertips rub and press against Newt's opening.

This is where he doesn't want to rush too much. Eager as he might be, Jim doesn't want to hurt him or make this any less pleasant, so when he pushes just two fingertips inside, he does so slowly, testing out how much he can stretch and push before he can even think about thrusting any deeper. ]

[Newt's whining because Newt's a needy little bastard full of contradictions, captain. It's a struggle.

At first, Newton looks mildly offended, like he's gonna dispute that fact — but then his lips press together, and he almost seems to give a sort of nod to himself, like 'ah, yeah, that's kind of a worry, too'. He's hopeless. He couldn't exactly argue it when his dick's rock-hard and begging for mercy at this rate; but he tries his best to be good and patient while Kirk presses his fingers in.

That patience lasts, like, five seconds, but still! He wriggles his hips, legs parting more. He's still a little tight, but it's nothing he can't handle, he thinks, and for every inch he sinks in, Newton's breathing hitches.] C'mon. You're killing me here. I'm gonna file a complaint!

[ Jim can't help a laugh, thoroughly amused by Newt's whining and complaining. For what it's worth, though, his hand doesn't stop moving, though the first few thrusts are shallow at best. ]

Mm, you do that... I'll even deliver it to my superiors myself. Captain Kirk took too long to fuck me.

[ Jim can only imagine the insanity of a formal complaint like that delivered to his superior officers. But you know, for the purposes of this banter back and forth, he'll roll with it.

He also pushes his fingers in deeper just as he finishes his sentence, his pace speeding up as he spreads those fingers out, really gives Newt's ass a nice stretch. Feeling him sufficiently loose, he then curls his fingers, shifting his hand just so that he can press and rub his thumb against the perineum at the same time, a slow, gentle massage that's applied from both ends against Newt's prostate.

Not that he's aiming to get Newt off before they get to the main attraction, but he likes to show off sometimes. And he's damn good at this.

But just in case Newt can't handle that for too long, he also uses his free hand to pour some lube onto his own dick, quickly stroking himself until he's decently coated and ready. It's only then that his fingers ease up on the massage, very slowly pulling out as he shifts closer, tip of his cock pressed to the entrance just where his fingertips still linger, keeping Newt spread loose for him. ]

[His chest heaves a bit as he speaks:] It's a fair complaint.

[Which is about all he can really bring himself to say, soft, breathy sounds of pleasure replacing whatever spot in the left hemisphere of the brain is designated for speech. His hands scrape through either side of his hairline, eyes fluttering shut from the attention — from the touch that leaves him aching worse, precum leaving a wet trail against his thigh, but the moment Kirk hits his prostate he's jolted, hips flinching and gasp pressed against the back of his wrist.]

Hell yeah, dude, right there.

[His glasses are folded up in one hand, and he quickly shoves them far overhead, because he's pretty sure the dude could make him break them in his bare hand if he really wanted to. The coolness of the air that gives him goosebumps along his arms juxtaposes against the flush of heat that burns his face as he feels Kirk pressing forward. He reaches up, hand running over the top of his shoulder, resting against the nape of his neck. He shudders at the burn, because no matter how prepared he is at first, he's a little dude, and Kirk's bigger than his usual fair.

Hooking his leg again around Kirk's hip, he pulls him in, determined to have as much of him as he can. His voice is quiet, compared to the obnoxiously loud guy that usually runs all over the station: quiet and firm and almost supportive, as if he's making sure Kirk's more comfortable with this than he is.]

Keep going; keep going, I can handle it. [The tip's always the hardest part. But once it's through, there's just a pressure, a fullness that builds and replaces whatever discomfort there'd been; Newton sighs gaily at the feeling, not having felt it in way too long, and — dizzied by lust and still a little tipsy — he looks up at Kirk with some gratefulness.] You're — you're great. I'm totally out of my league here.

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[And then he reaches up and pinches one of Kirk's nipples rudely, grinning.]

Now fuck me like one of your French girls, loverboy!

[ Jim would happily keep up the banter back and forth, but he has to admit that knowing he's capable of quieting Newt down like that is incredibly satisfying. He sucks in a slow breath when Newt reacts positively to the massaging touch (yes, he knows it's right there, but thank you for the confirmation), letting out soft breaths and hums of his own, keeping himself as calm as he can manage. In contrast to Newt's visible excitement.

At least one of them needs to have some control on what's going on.

Now, control doesn't mean that he's going to keep things slow, particularly when he's starting to wonder how long Newt might last. And fuck, he looks too tempting right now, such a cute, pliant mess of panting and flustering spread out on the bed. He liked the glasses, though, that's a shame... but yeah, probably best to get them out of the way before there's an accident.

The first push has him gritting his teeth, jaw clenching and releasing with a sharp groan when Newt curls his leg around him, heel pressed to the small of his back and pulling him in. The first push is harder, indeed— after that Jim has little issues with burying deeper, each inch making his breath pick up, both hands clutching to Newt's ass just to keep him steady.

He looks down at the remark, vaguely smiles at Newt, very much close to just kissing him senseless, but then he goes and pinches his nipple, and Jim lets out a sound of protest. ]

Ow! I'm on it, I'm on it—

[ (Why do you have to be like this, Newt?!) Just gonna grab that wrist firmly, yanking it away. His other hand hooks around the back of Newt's leg, pushing it back slightly, offering a bit more leverage and access to himself as he starts rocking his hips, a slow but steady build of pace as he eases them both into it. ]

[He laughs a husky little laugh as Kirk pins his wrist overhead, more than amused at the reaction, and at himself, because pffft, he's hilarious — but then Kirk rocks his hips forward, and the devious grin gets wiped off his face, replaced with a soft, sharp breath that steals any witty rebuttal from him. His hands, twist, one in the bedding, the other moving to grasp the hand Kirk had moved his own with.]

Oh, shit- [He says, and then gasps out again, chest heaving up as he arches, shifts his hips a little, because — yeah, yup, right there, that's the spot (he's good, this is good, real good).] Oh, yeah — that's — so fucking good —

[It's a rambling string of words, fingers twisting in the sheets and legs tense around Kirk's midsection. He pulls Kirk into a wanting kiss, eager to keep his mouth as electrified by the touch as the rest of him is right now. He's already pretty fucking close to finishing, just a few thrusts and he'll be completely undone, but that's one benefit to being a dude getting fucked by a dude; no worry about the other not being able to finish, too, because there's a tight heat for them either way, one of which every time Kirk rocks into leaves Newton gasping a strangled, gratified noise. He can fuck 'im as long as he needs to; Newton's more than happy to provide.

It's predictable, but — ]

Harder —

[ — Newton wants wants wants, and so he babbles for it between kissing and groping for smooth skin.]

[ Jim gets the hint easily enough; his hand shifts so his fingers weave through Newt's, palm pressed to palm as he pins his hand down to the mattress. Firm, yet easy enough to shift around if Newt needs a more comfortable position.

Not that it looks like Newt's going to need much longer, the way they're going. Jim still doesn't hold back much, even though the first few thrusts are more testing the waters, finding just the right spot, the right angle, and drinking in the little sounds and expressions Newt makes. He knows he's doing it right, but it's all the more satisfying to catch those twitches and moans when a sharper thrust pushes Newt back into the mattress; his hand on Newt's knee hikes his leg up just a little more, lifting those hips up, and he rolls his body again, panting as he pushes in deep.

As for the predictable request, it's one he's all too glad to oblige. Slower thrusts pick up pace steadily, skin coming together with louder, quicker sounds the more relaxed Newt gets, and the easier it becomes for him to bury into him. His own body bends forward a little more, kisses sloppy and distracted but still there between each movement of their hips coming together, fingers curling and twisting, digging harder into flesh. He'd normally reach down to jerk Newt off but something tells him the guy's not gonna need that kind of stimulation to get there. ]

[He grins as his hip hikes up more, shuddering at how far Kirk plunges into him.]

See? You're totally wrecking me.

[... Man, he forgot how nice it was to have sex sometimes. Two-person, normal, passionate kinds of sex. Not just you-and-your-hand or some seedy place without the proper prep or common sense to play it safe, but genuinely good sex — and it overwhelms his senses in the best possible way, leaving him a debauched, pliant mess under the other man, chin tipping back and mouth falling open to be caught by Kirk's lips soon after. The pleasure that spikes through him leaves him gasping and mindless, and all the other bullshit with missions and regrets and monsters whites out into something easier, something better felt.

Words tumble out of his lips, messily constructed sounds like Fuck, you're good — Good, good, so good — you're so good — and he all but cries out as he finally comes between the two of them, the warmth hitting his stomach in short, hot bursts while he tightens quaking legs around the other's middle. He can feel himself clench around Kirk as he keeps thrusting; Newt's fucked and been fucked by plenty enough people to feel the force and speed of a man on the edge of finishing. So Newton puts his hands on Kirk's shoulders, urging him forward until their foreheads nearly meet, kissing his neck and the sharp of his jawline as he gasps, curls upward and breathes:]

Wanna see you come, Captain Charming; wanna feel it; all of it.

[ Somehow, Newt manages to get a laugh out of Jim, between pants and groans of pleasure. It quickly drowns out in the next sound but it's definitely there, and a moment later Jim focuses on keeping up speed and force, particularly when Newt starts to tense up beneath him. He kisses him hard just as he begins to clench, then pulls back to sit up just a hint straighter, better leverage between his grip on Newt's leg and his knees sinking to the mattress that he can rock his hips forward a little harder, a little faster.

Sounds become sharper too, though his pace isn't quite so desperate yet, it's certainly quickened when he knows Newt is so close to his climax. So when he comes it's no surprise at all to Jim, even though he gasps and pants louder at the sight, hips bucking harder, pushing Newt down onto the mattress throughout his orgasm.

Eventually his pace slows, but it doesn't stop. His heart's pounding hard, and he can feel that lovely clench of muscles around his cock, urging him to get lost in that heat when he's so close to finishing already. His breath's harsh and quick, and he's easily guided lower, his own lips latching over Newt's for a hot second there. He hardly needs the encouragement to start moving again, pace steadier at first but each thrust deep and a little rougher than before, each of them coupled with a grunt as he buries deep.

He's back there, teetering on the edge before long. Pleasure builds and then he's too eager to chase after it to slow down. His hand moves up Newt's leg and curls tight to his side, keeping him steady as his pace picks up into something faster, faster, far more erratic and uncontrolled than before. Paced breaths turn to sharper gasps, then his face twists as he comes with the next few thrusts, spilling deep into the tightness that envelops him, a loud moan pushing past his lips, his hands both clutching tight to whatever he can for some kind of balance when his head swims and spins at a dizzying speed. He's not going to slow down for a little while there either, at the very least not until he's spilled it all and starts to come down from his high. ]

[Newton watches from beneath, chest heaving and face flushed pink, curling locks of hair that have been displaced from the usual upkeep invading a freckled forehead. There's that hot release, and he lays there for a moment catching his breath, colorfully decorated and sticky stomach quivering. It's quiet, with the sounds of music even more distant outside of the slowing rush of blood in his ears, and he reaches up to cup Kirk's face in his hands — and he studies that face carefully with a dreamy, content expression of his own, eyebrows raised on his forehead.]

... Hey, that was pretty hot.

[He laughs breathily, his legs aching a little as they slide to rest in pointed angles on either side of Jim. Oh, he's gonna definitely feel this one tomorrow. 100%. Time to practice the ancient art of indiscreet sitting the next day. He pats around for his glasses, which are blissfully unharmed in the making of this love, sliding them back on over dazed hazel eyes.]

[ Jim's panting, trying to focus through the bright blur around his vision. It takes him a couple seconds— eventually things come to focus, and he smiles when Newt's face is the first thing he sees. ]

It was, yeah.

[ He clears his throat, still a bit breathless, smile growing wider when Newt puts his glasses back on. He'll move in a bit and get off you buddy, just... give him a moment, here. ]

You look... so damn cute right now, especially with your glasses on.

[ He nudges them up the bridge of Newt's nose with a finger, leans down to give him a quick peck, then slowly pulls his hips back, heaving out a groan as he gets off of him and lands on his back next to him. ]

[He grins, and if he weren't already so pink-faced from sex, he'd probably be reddening from the compliment alone. He uses his shaky legs to push himself up a bit more into one of his pillows, making a note to wash these sheets before he considers inviting anyone over for less sexy reasons.]

Oh, yeah, I'm totally cute as a button.

[Snorting a laugh, he runs a hand over his forehead, smoothing back unwieldy locks of hair. He heaves a breath, looking rather peaceful for a dweeb who got fucked into a bed just a few seconds ago. Even the small, nagging, far too common headache that's starting in the back of his skull can't ruin this for him.]

Man. I haven't done that in a while. Thanks, man, that felt — really good... Especially after the last month of — all of that.

[Hell, everything back home, too. It wasn't so long ago that he'd mindmelded with an evil genocidal hivemind and nearly got eaten a few times. A break with pizza and beer and sex? He almost feels 20 again, before the war started.]

[ Jim kind of really doesn't want to move right now. At all. Luckily at the moment he doesn't really have to do that to be able to glance sideways and look at Newt. Yep, still cute from this angle. ]

Yeah? Me neither.

[ Come to think of it— it's been a couple years now, huh. Who would've thought, Captain Kirk of all people. He'd even make a joke about it, if not for Newt mentioning the past month, leaving him quiet for a while.

Eventually he rolls onto his side, shifting around to make himself more comfortable. ]

You know, whenever you want to feel really good again, you know where to reach me.

[He looks over at Kirk, brow furrowing in both confusion surprise.

Him neither???? No way.]

What? Get outta here. [Maybe that's just one more notch for Kirk's confidence, but Newt couldn't imagine the guy went that long without some good sex. He looks like a damn supermodel. But he also lets it go as quickly as he'd latched on, huffing:] I'm guessing you've been really damn busy, too. Being a captain and all.

[He uses the edge of the blanket to wipe his stomach as clean as he can, and then settles back into the conversation, absently picking up Jim's hand and running his thumb along the lines of his palm. When people stick around long enough, they'll find he just — kinda loves absently touching.]

Honestly, I'll have to take you up on that, dude. If every other month's gonna be stressful, we might as well get out kicks where we can, huh?

[Hesitating, he looks over. Now's around the time his confidence wanes, especially as a method of self-preservation. For every one person who wants to linger around after the sex, there's five others who'd prefer to get up and go the moment they can. Which honestly doesn't bother him that much, but the thought of laying around and falling asleep by himself fills him with a sense of dread he hasn't been able to properly understand or explain to anyone else. Not Clara, not Yzak, and certainly not Hermann.]

Uh. You — heading off, soon?

What? I've been busy.

[ He laughs, but it's true. It's also in part due to everything that happened with Khan, the whole dying mess, it's just not the kind of thing he's even thought about for a while now. If anything he's unwittingly avoided getting that close to anyone since.

But that's all a little more depressing than he wants to be right now. He likes it more when Newt reaches for his hand, only humming and nodding in agreement to what he says. It's some great stress relief, that's for sure.

His head tilts a little when Newt looks over at him, though, amused and surprised by the question. His fingers curl around Newt's too, just for good measure. ]

I wasn't planning on it, no. Unless you don't want me to stay.

[ This is Newt's room, after all. Jim won't take it to heart if he wants him to go. ]

Hey, you're preaching to the choir, man!

The world was too busy almost ending every other week for me to get some quality ass.

[It seems like everyone here's got some traumatic stuff they're coming from, huh? But Newton realizes that's kind of a duh thing. What better time to have regrets than when the world's imploding around you? They were destined to all be messed up.

Relief brightens his face, both at the hand around his and the reply.]

No! No, I do. I just figured — you might have better things to do tonight. [He flops back against the pillow, more at ease.] If I'm honest, I'm kind of exhausted. I know it's shocking, but I'm not exactly the most responsible when it comes to sleeping normal hours, and I might've pushed it a little lately.

[He should probably wash up before bed.

It would be the responsible adult thing to do.

... Yeah. In theory. Totally.

But he's sleepy, so.]

Yeah, something like that.

[ Well, the world wasn't quite almost ending where he's from, but close enough. He's got the feeling that Newt's dealt with a lot worse than Jim has, barring his death experience. Wouldn't want to go through that one again. ]

If I had anything else to do, then I wouldn't have gone to your party, or come with you to your room.

[ Jim can't say he doesn't get the whole 'fuck and run' routine, he's done that plenty himself and has had a few do it to him too, but it's just not the kind of thing he likes to do anymore. Plus, like he said, it's been a while, and he really likes the thought of just cuddling up and falling asleep with Newt.

He's not about to make a fuss about the mess, either. They can definitely take care of that when they wake up. Jim will give him a hand and everything... ]

Who, you? [ He laughs softly. ] Yeah, I wouldn't have imagined that in a million years.

[ Draping his arm over Newt's midsection, he scoots closer to cuddle up to him, kissing his temple. ] Let me know if there's anything I can do to help you sleep.

[The warm outline of someone next to him would've honestly made him tear up, if he were drunk enough. Instead there's a reassurance that relaxes him beneath that layer of cooling sweat and post-sex homeliness. He thinks maybe tonight, he'll be spared any weird nightmares. He's too tethered by reality to bother with them.

Of course, he tries to play it off. Just a little.]

... Just being around's cool.

[And it is. Really. But after a moment, he points over Jim's shoulder.]

Think you could grab me that bottle on the nightstand?

[It's just some space-grade advil, upon inspection; the bottle's half-empty.]

[ Just being around, alright then, Jim can certainly do that. He's very comfortable too, though at some point he might tuck on those bed sheets to cover them both.

He glances over his shoulder when Newt asks for the bottle, twisting his torso slightly to get it for him. Definitely doesn't look like water. ]

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