driftfleet | Action | Who needs a gosh dang drink??

Who: Steve and everyone else who just needs to get drunk. One closed to existing CR
Broadcast: No
Action: The Iskaulit/Space Bar
When: Post Calibrations/Bombing the eff out of Marsiva

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Tony would probably be proud of Steve, if he were able to see him right now. He'd slap his back and welcome him back to the world of inebriation while ordering shots for everyone in the bar to commemorate the day. As it is, though, Tony isn't here and, without him, there's not a damn person who would feel proud in this entire bar. That's part of it's charm.

Steve sighs and swallows his fourth drink. It's strong and alien and somehow enough to give him a strong buzz but not enough to really get him drunk. Not yet, at least. But he's not a quitter, so bottom's up! He hisses a little at the burn of it and feels, not for the first time, like he was being a coward. He saw some stuff in those rooms, sure. But other people had it so much worse. Saw so much more. He should really be thankful, actually.

But he's not. And this is a 30's approved way of getting over trauma. There were worse ways of coping, he was sure. So for now he's just going to stay in his seat and keep ordering drinks until that elusive drunken state hits him once more.

Should only take another hour or three.

[CLOSED TO EXISTING CR]

No one could blame Steve for starting. He'd messaged his friends about fifteen minutes ago, telling them to meet him at the bar for some drinks. But just sitting here, waiting? It was done better with a drink in hand to look social, at least. And it's not like that one is going to be his last. No, after Calibrations he can imagine himself coming over here quite often. He can imagine all of them coming here quite often, in fact. But maybe tonight (today? Space was hard to judge) would help take some of the sting off. Or at least some of the awkwardness.

But it wasn't as though they <i>chose</i> to share all of that. Loki, Steve is sure, would have preferred to keep his death to himself. And Thor? I am sure half of those memories were things he'd rather not have replayed over and over again. And <i>Hux</i>. God... That was just what Steve knew of. Who knew what other people had put his friends through? What they'd been through themselves?

Steve preemptively orders another drink for whoever shows up first. Whoever it was, he's sure they won't say no. Not now.

First round is on him.

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If the news about the fiancé being a man shocks Steve it doesn't show. He nods slowly, accepting the information as he has most information from the new world he'd woken up in. It's not for him to question, he knows. Just to understand. And it's not like he didn't know men who liked men, before. It's just now they can get married instead of arrested.

"Yeah, I noticed that." He thinks about the other ex-HYDRA spy keeping clear of him and takes a long drink. "I can't say I'm eager for the meeting. At least you and your...twin...share most experiences. This one?" He looks at the bar and shakes his head. "I don't know what I'd be in his shoes.

"Part of me doesn't want to know."

"My advice? Don't worry about it. You're you and he's him and you just have to remember that. My twin and I share experiences, but we've come out of them different," he shrugged. "You'll just send yourself into some kind of spiral if you wonder about all the possibilities and what could have beens."

He shook his head, having taken himself down that road more than once. It usually left a scratch on his soul, and he would see Steve spared that if he could.

"Maybe it's like ripping off a bandaid. Better to get it over with?"

"Maybe." He doesn't sound convinced but he smiles all the same. "I imagine if he wants to meet me, he'll find me sooner or later. I won't avoid the meeting but... I don't want to force it either. He's been through a lot. This is just another thing on top of it all."

He has no idea how his 'twin' will take it all. Has no idea if he even knows that Steve is here as well. He really should find him and try to help. But the feeling in his gut still tells him to stay away until he's approached. Or maybe that's just him being avoidant.

"It's a club we all join when we get here, in one way or another."

He swirled his drink.

"Another piece of advice - find a way to let it out. Whatever it is you got in your head, in your gut. Doesn't have to be words, but it's better to try and let it out somehow or else you go a bit crazy, especially in little tin cans like this. I like the obstacle course, personally speaking."

"I'm trying to get ownership of the art studio," he confesses. "I used to like to paint. Draw. Never had enough time to really get back into it at home. Might as well here."

Steve smiles at Jim, thankful for the well-meaning advice. It's nice how people have each other's backs here. They're all in the same boat, after all. All kidnapped people together on this crazy show. Might as well help their fellow prisoners out.

"Thanks. For all of this. I'm sure you came to drink alone. But I appreciate this."

"Really? I wish you luck. My other self likes to draw too - he's way better than I am at it. I mostly do it for note taking. I prefer messing with mechanical stuff myself. I've made a couple of star projectors, actually - with constellations from Earth."

He smiled, and then shook his head.

"No problem. Really, I came to bother my lover." He winked. "But it was nice, getting to meet you. Doesn't seem like a bad trade at all."

Steve smiles at that and swings back his drink. "I'll leave you to that. I need to maybe go and bother myself." He's not going to seek the other Steve out but he's not going to avoid meeting him either. Jim was right. Bandaid time was inching closer.

"I'll see you planetside when we dock. Don't irritate your lover too much; if they're the bartender, I don't want it impacting my drinks."

"Oh no, he makes the food," Kirk smirked. "And if knows what's good for him, he won't try anything."

He raised his glass to Steve.

"Good luck, Steve."

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