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driftfleet2019-03-05 10:01 pm
brooklyn_boy) wrote in driftfleet2019-03-05 10:01 pm
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.
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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He can't help it. Joking around with Steve like this feels almost forbidden, like something that's going to be snatched away at any second - and he's determined to enjoy every single second of it he gets.
Even as he remembers Steve saying that. As he remembers how things changed, with that letter - how everything changed.
And he can't help it; he sobers up a little, grows silent for a moment, before saying, quietly,] M'not sure whether this counts or not. [As coming back, he means. It feels a little like it, watching Steve now. He knows he's not the right Bucky for this Steve; that this Steve isn't right for him. But even then... both of their best friends have come back. They just don't seem sure whether they want to be friends at all.
It's a fucking mess.
He reaches over, puts a hand on Steve's shoulder and squeezes.] You got me, pal. 'Till he comes around.
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[Steve sees Bucky at his side and it's still such an answered prayer that he doesn't know what to do with it. The man he'd lost all those years ago survived and is here beside him, squeezing his shoulder and smiling at him. The different universes stand between them but here? Here there's nothing that separates them. And it counts. More than counts.
He reaches up and pats on Bucky's hand before just gripping it for a squeeze of his own.]
And it's 'till the end of the line, Buck. Or did you forget?
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Yeah, I remember.
[He'd just been so sure they'd already hit it. Now he knows they haven't... in so many senses of the word. And he definitely didn't expect a do-over - let alone two. It feels like the other shoe's gonna drop, and he doesn't know what will happen if - when - it does.
But right now? Fuck the other shoe. He'll deal with it when he fucking deals with it. Which is not right now.]
End of the line it is, then.
[He pokes at the bottle still on the counter between them, watching the little bit of liquid slosh inside it.] How about we get to the end of this bottle, first?
Wrap
His hand stays on Bucky's knee, squeezing it.]
Whatever you say, pal.