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

[OPEN]

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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[Hux knew that it would take time for Steve to earn his trust or anyone's. He doubted that he would earn such trust, but he hoped there would be enough to where they could work alongside each other when necessary. That was all he could ask for. He had asked a lot for Steve to listen and to not judge him for his actions. He appreciated that much from the young man. He did allow himself to relax a little now that the worst of the conversation had been dealt with.]

I'm uncertain of that....but I will keep in mind what you said. Did you have other questions on what you may have seen? Or on other things that weren't what we had dealt with?

No. No, I think I've got enough for today. [He gives a wane laugh, swirling what's left of his drink before finishing the whole thing. He was going to need more but he's fairly certain there's not enough here for all that's on his mind.]

Thank you for telling me all you have. It's not an easy thing to open up. In many ways you've shown more of yourself than I have of myself. So, no. I'm food for now.

Did you have any questions?

Oh....I didn't realize that this would be like question session going on? I only shared the information because I felt it was important that you needed to know.

But since you ask....what was your family like? Did you have both your parents or just one of them? Any siblings?

[He couldn't help but be a little curious. He never had much of a family life and wondered what others were like.]

[Steve shakes his head]

I had my ma. But my dad died when I was a baby. Other than that I just had Bucky. He's my best friend. We grew up together so he was practically my brother...

[Hux recognized the name Bucky. That had been the boy that helped him in the dream he happened to see. If he recalled correctly Steve had mentioned him a few times before and it was clear that he was important to him and probably a sensitive subject as well. He got the idea as well that perhaps Steve wasn't too close to either parent since he focused more on Bucky.]

I gather that Bucky had more of an influence on you then your folks?

[He could understand that since Grand Admiral Sloane had more of an influence on him then his own father.]

I don't think I can relate to having a friend, but I had a mentor that played a major role in my life.

I was close with my mom. Didn't know my dad really, but I grew up with ma and she helped shape me into who I am. She was a nurse. TB nurse. That's also what killed her but... She was fierce and strong and didn't let anyone look down on be for being small and sick.

[He smiles at the memories, now. It had been harder before but now it's a fond remembrance.]

Bucky is more like a brother. He was there after ma died and helped hold me up. He was there through everything. So, yeah. I guess we influenced each other, really.

For better or worse.

I'm sorry to hear that. It looks like you had a fairly strong support from your family.

[Hux found himself a little jealous, but at the same time he was glad for Steve to have such support. It explained more of who he was.]

Did you always want to be a soldier? Or was there something else you would have done instead?

[Steve shrugs a shoulder, not really sure how to answer that.]

I always wanted to be someone who could protect people and look out for them. But profession wise?

I wanted to be an artist.

I've always liked to take apart things and see how they work and figure out how to try to improve things. That's what lead me to be an engineer and why I chose to focus on that here. Granted, I don't try to do anything on big scale as I had done before. I'm more careful about it.

My father often frowned upon things that didn't seem to be beneficial. Even though I believe that art in itself is beneficial. Art can be used in engineering as well.

What type of art work do you like to do?

[Hux questioned as he took the other drink once they arrived. It was never something he was allowed to explore. He had to learn to use it in a way his father approved of so engineering was the route he had to go. He never mentioned the other work he liked to work on when he had the time.]

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