Author note: To anyone that wasn't previously aware, Jacobyte and Jonathan are also available in seriuz!fic form (well, as serious as can be expected, given that it's them...) if you take a gander down my profile to the Transcendence 'verse section, because this story here is just me messing around. :D

In the meantime, this is the ninth instalment of twelve. Pout. Maybe I should go through them again afterwards, only this time with Jonathan asking Jacobyte?

Or maybe I'll just make my brain implode now to save time.

As a side note, I hope everyone who's currently in the middle of exams is doing alright! My next is tomorrow afternoon. Shudder.

Drug & Alcohol Questions

1. How old were you when you first got drunk? What was the experience like? Did anything good come out of it? Did anything bad come out of it?

"I was... I was, I was, I was..."

"You were? Really? Don't shock me like that, Jonathan. I'm not sure my poor heart can take the strain."

Jonathan kicked him. "Don't know how old I was. Teenager. Sometime around then."

"And what was 'the experience' like?"

"You think I can actually remember it?"

"Ah. That kind."

Jonathan chuckled. "Good things that came out of it: I learned never to trust a Dillio when they say, 'Try this one, you'll love it!'"

"And anything bad?"

"I had to learn it the hard way."

2. Do you drink on any kind of regular basis?

"Yes. Daily. Hourly. As long as there's mega-gin left."

Jacobyte eyed the almost empty bottle. "And when that runs out?"

"You know what happens when that runs out, Jackie."

"Yeah, but this is for the questionnaire. C'mon."

"When the mega-gin runs out," said Jonathan, enunciating each word carefully so that Jacobyte could keep up, "I switch to your stash of smoke-ables and when that runs out... I complain about them running out until you shut me up."

"And how do I shut you up?"

Jonathan snorted a laugh. Shook his head. "There is no way that's on the sheet."

"I think you'll find that I'm question master here." Jacobyte straightened the pages of questions defensively. "So... How do I shut you up?"

"Well, oh Master of Questions," Jonathan drawled, "I'm finding the proper phrasing hard to come by, so how about I give a practical demonstration?" He cocked an eyebrow in challenge. "Or shall we get on with this?"

Curses. Jacobyte sighed and turned the page. Jacobyte smirked.

3. What kind of alcohol do you prefer?

"Anything that isn't mega-gin?"

"If I have to say 'details' to you one more time..."

"You'll what?" Jonathan grinned, eyebrow rising again. "Questions first, you said."

"Details, Jonathan."

"Baladin cocktails are my favourite," Jonathan sighed, shuffling around to lean on Jacobyte's shoulder again. "Never again will I taste such sweet nectar."

"Questions first."

A snort.

Jacobyte ruffled Jonathan's hair.

4. Have you ever tried any other kind of "mood altering" substance? Which one(s)? What did you think of each?

"Yep," said Jonathan, popping the p. "Lots. Some were good, some were weird, some were bad. Don't ask me about specifics," he added before Jacobyte could say anything.

5. What do you think of drugs and alcohol? Are there any people should not do? Why or why not?

"Erm..."

"And the next section's morality," Jacobyte murmured, chuckling softly.

"Onwards, then, Jackie! There isn't a moment to lose!"

Jacobyte flicked to the next page with a roll of his eyes.