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It's one drink. Maybe two. Maybe a little more than that. Opeli allows it because it's Soren's birthday, and he doesn't really celebrate his birthdays anymore, and he deserves a bit of fun. It's just another number these days, he says, another year, and the galas and the parties and the more formal celebrations were fun once but he's reached a point now where the simplicity of dinner and drinks with his closest friends and family is what makes his day.
Now it's late, and the candles are burning low. The song has been sung. The cake has been eaten. The others have all gone upstairs for the night, eager to sleep off the feast and the alcohol and it's just the two of them left in the kitchens with one last bottle of wine between them and something heady in the air.
There is danger here and they know it, but Opeli is... some number of glasses of wine in and her defenses have been loosened by good food and company. The wine is rich and sweet, its warmth like a pleasant heat humming in her veins that makes the very air feel sluggish and thick. She was never very good at drinking—she is used to having one glass with dinner but no more usually, unless it's a special occasion and she lets herself indulge in a second. She doesn't know what number this is. Five maybe? Enough that she would have called herself tipsy by the end of dinner, but that was an hour ago now and she is still pouring herself another glass.
"I'm impressed," says Soren, smirking at her from behind his goblet. "I didn't think you were one to drink."
She scoffs. "I don't. Not usually. But it's your birthday today and I think that warrants a little fun."
"Weren't you the one who told me you don't need alcohol to have fun?"
She waves him off. "That was years ago, and you of all people should know I'm terrible at taking my own advice." She drinks once more, relishing the burn as she swallows and thinking of other things, sweeter, warmer, just as intoxicating, but in entirely different ways. "It was a good birthday dinner, then?"
"One of the best," says Soren, watching her carefully over his goblet. "I should thank you."
"Ezran planned it."
"I get the feeling you helped."
Opeli lets out a laugh, her hood slipping, just a bit. "A little. He wanted to throw you something bigger. He seemed to think it was unfair you wanted something small the year he finally turned eighteen."
He snorts at that and takes a drink himself. "I can't help that I'm mature now."
"Is that what we're calling it?"
"Well, you would know, wouldn't you?"
Opeli scoffs into her wine, her eyes coy over the top of her glass. "Perhaps."
He catches her eye and smirks. "Like fine wine, right?"
Sweet, and warm, and intoxicating, yes, but Opeli doesn't say that. She only twitches her lips, watching the way he watches her and the way he sets his goblet down and leans back in his chair, knees set apart, one elbow on the table, lazy, content, inviting.
"Is there a reason we're still down here and not somewhere else, High Cleric?"
Opeli smirks back. "Is there somewhere else we're supposed to be, Captain?"
"Bed, maybe," he says, eyes twinkling. "It's pretty late. Can I walk you up?"
And the answer is no. And it should be no. But Opeli has never been able to say no to him, and if she's honest, she doesn't want to. Tonight she is loose and under the influence, and Soren is handsome and charming in the candlelight, and it's his birthday, for heaven's sake, and that warrants a little fun.
"If you'd like," Opeli says. "There are other ways to celebrate too, I think."
He laughs and gets up to offer her his arm. "There sure are."
And oh, how there are.
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People with morals and integrity - I'm watching Moonlight Chicken despite the cheating plot
Me, a trash person raised on soap operas and telenovelas -
Pleng is EVIL, Knock. Korn loves you! Do us all a favor and ruin Pleng's day.
Ploy is nice and all, but Vee, you love Mark! Could poly be the answer?
Tol, if you can't remember that you love, kiss, and sleep with Tin, you're not really cheating on Mai, right? It's science.
Why did you get back together with Mint, Pete?! Just kiss Kao already. Mint's going to try to ruin your life anyway, so just kiss him now!
Sam, you better kiss Mon so hard that you both forget about your fiance, Kirk! - Sam's entire friend group
Hira, it's not even official with Kazuki! You better kiss Kiyoi right now!
Tawan, can you please cheat on Por already?! Mork is standing right there, and Por is already cheating on you! It's the way justice works.
Cake, you're making it very obvious to Rin that you are emotionally cheating on her with Eiw. Go harder so nobody can question who you love.
Wen, you have Alan waiting at home, don't *oop* Hey, Jim
I'm watching Moonlight Chicken because of the cheating plot.
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probably has been talked about before but after great consideration ( = rewatching moonlight chicken 5 more times) I have decided that my second most favourite scene (after the uncle nephew beer sharing) is the one with li ming and his friends after football practice
there are very subtle and very overt ways this show has woven in its main themes and this scene falls somewhat in the middle. it is very explicit what this is about but it is also not called out by its name.
but the way they show how li ming might not face overt homophobia but what a weight heteronormativity can be is just so excellent. how alienating it can be that you feel like there is this part of you you cannot talk to about with anyone if you wanted to. how his friends very likely mean no harm, they just have never considered one of their friend group not being straight.
just such a great scene.
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There's something so tragically somber yet beautiful about the way Alan and Wen's ep 5 dinner scene is filmed and written that had me fully captured and emotional.
There's so many factors at play that make me want to hug the screenwriters and directors cause wow! This is how you capture a breakup. This is how you bring out character development and entice an audience's emotional response!
I think it's the fact that the cinematographers are playing with something typically romantic - a dinner scene at an outdoor restaurant, something we might expect from a date night out - filmed with intimate close ups to capture Alan and Wen's detailed expressions, and yet, instead of feeling warmth for something this personal, we're thrown dark lighting and dialogue riddled with metaphors.
The wordplay insomuch as the play on contrasts is what gets to me! And don't get me started on the rising hum of the background music, which panders in intensity to indicate an epiphany - for Alan, who is fully realizing the end of their relationship, and to our audience, which is grasping with the finality of it all. It's simply stunning.
These lines hit me so hard:
And this too omg
(made me think of that line we accept the love we think we deserve pls now I'm crying)
The delivery on these lines!! There's no harshness, no resentment, just pure honesty and liberation. And the body language coming from Alan? So much beauty in subtle performance. It brought me to tears.
And if that weren't already enough, the literary nerd in me gasped when this happened:
Shakespeare who? I only know Moonlight Chicken screenwriters
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