Spend time with Au Revoir and learn about her hobbies (Time -1)

As you approached Au Revoir's room, you heard the intense sound of fists against leather coming from inside. Sure enough, when you opened the door, you spotted the giant Frenchwoman walloping the terribly abused punching bag on the left side of her room. You noted she was dressed in workout gear... before you remembered that she was just about always wearing workout gear, including a close-fitting tank top that revealed her abs and equally tight black shorts. Like Despedida, Au Revoir seemingly made her hobbies obvious. After all, they were scattered all around her room: working out and drinking booze. {if Weakness for Booze = 1}You could relate to the latter... your recent occupational shift had you doing a lot of that yourself. Unfortunately, you hadn't had a lot of work out time yourself as of late.{endif}

Still, you might as well be thorough. After the two of you exchanged some brief greetings, you questioned Au Revoir about her hobbies.

"Working out and drinking booze!"

Well, that was predictable.

The woman's grin turned into an uncharacteristic frown as she sensed that you were fishing for something more. "You ask me this question, New Ciao, and I answer you honestly. Yet, you do not look happy! What more must Au Revoir tell you?" The woman crossed her thick biceps across her impressive bosom for a moment, then grinned. "Aaah, of course! You were looking for Au Revoir's third hobby, oui? Fucking!"

You blinked absently for a bit. It took some getting used to, having a fellow agent this open about her hobby of sleeping around.

"We have not done that yet, have we, Little New Ciao? I am game for it any time! You name the time and place and I will ride you so hard, it will double as a workout, hm hm hm. For me, sex is like a competition. You break or you are broken. It is one that I never lose."

You thought to yourself that didn't seem like a healthy way to view an interpersonal, empathetic experience like sex, but you kept that to yourself. The prospect of asking the girl to drop the shorts and show you her skill at this little "hobby" was tempting... but you thought you might want to steel yourself a bit more and try that some other time.

"Hmmm... You are not here to have sex with Au Revoir? Then what shall we talk about? My workouts are pretty, eeeh, how do you say... they are what you see at face value. Since I just finished working out, how about we move to hobby deux: my love for drink? You see, I do not just drink! I collect! You see before you Au Revoir's extensive collection of spirits! Every place that I go, I look for a new drink I have not tried, then I bring it here... then I drink it!"

You gave a small chuckle. Most collectors didn't leave their bottles rolling around their floor... for that matter, most of them didn't uncap and drink the spirits they collected. Still, you thought it was a bit cute, that she prized souvenirs like these. Pushing your luck, you told her as much.

The woman's grin widened as she shared in your laughter. "Oooh, you think it is cute? Then join me for a cute drink, New Ciao! It is on me! Only rule is: do not ask the cost of the drink you are enjoying. Oh, and do not ask how I obtained it either." She produced a bottle with a fancy label from beneath the counter... the text appeared to be in French, but it was all covered up with a big piece of packing tape, over which a three-word phrase had been written in black marker, utilizing surprisingly elegant cursive: "The Good Stuff." "This is the cutest drink... From my homeland! We shall enjoy it together, you and Au Revoir!"

{if Weakness for Booze = 1}You had heard from Goodbye not to accept this offer... but what the heck? You'd survived a mission with Au Revoir. She wasn't going to kill you now while the two of you drank together, right?{endif}

....

You lasted about one and a half cups before the burning in your throat threatened to murder you. The strange alcohol had made you more drunk than you'd ever been in your life and the taste was... could it even be called enjoyable? Your throat begged you for the heat, while your brain warned you that every sip risked permanent brain damage. Did Au Revoir really drink this stuff all the time? Was that why she was so looney?

"Ga ha ha! You did well to make it through the cup, Little New Ciao! Better than your predecessors! Do not worry; come and join Au Revoir again and we shall slowly cultivate a desire in you for the finest France has to offer." You thought you hinted a bit of flirtation in her voice as well... Perhaps she was still hunting for a chance to help you experience hobby trois? In your drunken state, you were about to take her up on it...

... Before you collapsed off your bar stool and onto the floor in a blackout. You would awaken later in mission control with a much more normal bottle of champagne by your side, tied up with a pretty ribbon. The label had been covered with more scotch tape, bearing the words: "Sorry, New Ciao."