Action | Who needs a gosh dang drink??

[brooklyn_boy]

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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[dothelokimotion]

[ loki used to be a bartender for the bar. part time at least. it was something to do in his spare time before he became captain and then he devoted his time to his ship. as much as loki enjoys a party, drinks and finer things, he does not indulge too much, leery of the kind of behavior that happens in bars and taverns. he's had enough of those, thank you very much.

still he accepts the invite with good grace, clicking his tongue as he slides onto the seat. ]

Drinking already? Shame on you.

[brooklyn_boy]

[Steve raises an eyebrow and a grin to Loki as he sits down.]

Shame on me? I got you a drink, too. You could start with 'thank you'.

[He leans back, smile fading but still there and still warm.] How are you doing? Still watching Lilo and Stitch? [He can't talk. He stole Snow White.]

[dothelokimotion]

I would be pleased if your taste was questionable from the start.

[ snow white over lilo and stitch? please. ]

As for myself, I'm well enough.

[ loki is more concerned over thor. as for him, well, it's only death number three. no big deal. ]

[brooklyn_boy]

[The eyebrow is back.]

Well enough? That's not a ringing endorsement, Loki...

[He feels like he's learning Loki a little now. After digging in his brain, he should, right? So he's pretty sure he knows where the concern is.]

You talk to Thor yet?

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki shoots him a Look. ]

Of course I have. But things are not so simple.

[ they've come forward, in many ways, but they're different people. you're you and I'm me, thor had said once. loki's never had to deal with thor's grief before, not like this. it's not a situation he has much experience in. ]

[stillgotmyleftarm]

[Bucky definitely needs a drink.

And if the hair on the back of his neck stands up a little when he spots the back of Steve's head... well, a drink or ten will probably help him forget about it.

So maybe he slides a little more heavily onto the stool next to Steve than he means, but hey, there's a drink right here, and he's appropriating it.]

You're sitting up straight this time, huh?

[brooklyn_boy]

[He's getting used to these looks, Loki.]

How can things not be simple with everything you guys have been through? I'd think everything else just sort of...loses importance in the face of...

['Your death', he doesn't say and doesn't really have to with how sad his face goes.]

[outstandingbalance]

"Didn't think I took that long," Natasha says wryly. She's not going to judge him for it, but she will tease him a little. "Though I guess there's no reason you shouldn't get a head start. Give the rest of us a chance?"

Because if anyone without Steve's enhancements tried to keep up with him, they'd be tapping out or passing out before Steve even felt.

"Don't mind if I join a little late, do you...?"

[brooklyn_boy]

You keep that up and you can get your own drinks.

[Like he means that. Steve shakes his head, remembering their first meeting and how terrible it had been. But, also, sort of perfect. He nudges his shoulder into Bucky's and raises his glass for a toast.]

To my healed nose?

[brooklyn_boy]

"You? I never mind, Nat." He pushes the drink over, grinning. He remembers the time in Calibrations and the talk of dancing. Invasive though that whole thing had been, the time he spent with Nat had been strangely comfortable.

"How are you doing?" His room wasn't the only one she visited, surely. "Watch movies with anyone else?"

space bar

[universal_charm]

Once you've been in the Fleet long enough, the number of distractions seems really quite limited. Or, at the least, the number of coping mechanisms. After everything, after the whole past damn month, a drink did seem like an appropriate way to handle things, and nothing in his personal stash had seemed appetizing.

So here he was, spotting someone who looked familiar, in a vague way. He had spoken, on and off, to the Steve of before, but never really been friends with him. But no matter who it was or when they might be from, that was surely an aggressive way to be tossing back drinks.

"Hopefully this seat's not taken," he said, coming up to slide into the space beside Steve.

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki snorts lightly, taking a sip of his drink. ]

No good comes from mourning the wicked. I can't speak for its importance without sounding self-aggrandizing.

[ which is not something loki usually has a problem with, but dying has always been a difficult topic. one he either deals with cavalierly or not at all. his first "death" was still a sore point. ]

[outstandingbalance]

So he did remember. That answers her first real question before she even has to answer it. She'll take his glass and sip it, experimental, then takes a longer drink and sits across from him.

"No other movies, no, but..." She shrugs. "I visited a few other friends though. No visitors myself."

None that she remembered, at least. Better not to overthink it unless there was some reason though.

"How are you doing?"

[passingthrough]

[Kitty is a little surprised when she gets the invite from Steve. She wasn't even sure if he'd remember her from their meeting in his mind or dream or however all that works, but she's pleased that he does. Partially so she doesn't have to meet him again, but also that he wants to see her again. She's missed Steve and she doesn't want to put that on this Steve or the other Steve for that matter, but she has. And it's nice to have another chance at things.]

You remembered. [She can't help but to smile when she finds him at the bar and takes the open seat next to him.] You know, you look a little different. Part your hair on the other side? [Gain giant muscles and several inches of height again?

Maybe she should be more bothered by calibrations herself. There were precious few good memories of hers going out to the general populace and many of those were tainted with sad too because they were of people who are gone now. And yet, she's just not. She's happy to be off the Marsiva and she's just been through worse. It is her second calibration, but this place is merciful compared to her last abduction. They really liked screwing with your mind and emotions.]

[brooklyn_boy]

Steve was buzzed but not buzzed enough to not turn and take an assessment of the person next to him. The Fleet had all sorts, he'd found out. Just because he couldn't die here didn't mean he could get sloppy with his guard. But the blonde man seemed genuine enough for Steve to just nod at him and offer not quite a smile but something in that vicinity.

"No. No, it's just me."

He felt like he was tipping a little so Steve leaned over in the other direction to compensate for it. It made it look as though he were appraising this man archly. If only he knew Steve sober.

"Drinking off Calibrations too?"

[brooklyn_boy]

The wicked.

[Steve whistles low.]

Yeah. That checks out. Villains always like the new Disney. Heroes know the good stuff came out before 1970.

[brooklyn_boy]

Steve has a special smile for moments like this. It's light and doesn't quite meet his eyes, usually accompanied with a shrug or a lift of his eyebrows. It's the smile he pastes on to minimize just how bad things really are. It's well practiced.

"I'm fine. Glad you didn't have to sit through all of that with your own memories." And he is. Steve wouldn't be the sort to be bitter even if he sort of wishes he'd had the same luxury.

"It's fine though. Not all of it was bad."

[universal_charm]

It didn't take a genius to tell when a man was edging towards being sloshed. Kirk didn't really blame him, and for now Steve seemed in enough control of his faculties. Mentally, though, he prepared himself to potentially have to catch Steve should he decided to lean a bit to much.

"Sort of. You go through that three times and you get used to it," he shrugged. "Still requires a drink or two to take the edge off though. I'm guessing they put you through the wringer?"

The question has a sympathetic tone, his own smile chagrinned.

[brooklyn_boy]

[Steve did remember her and, frankly, he's glad to have some time now to get to know her properly. They seemed to have been friendly when he was here before so there was no reason he thought they wouldn't be again, now. Besides, Steve couldn't help but like her]

You're funny. [Yeah, he looks a little different. He shrugs though.]

Decided to see what all the fuss was about the gym. Turns out it's good for you!

[brooklyn_boy]

Steve blinks at 'three times'. He knew from Kitty that it happened yearly but that meant this man had been here for three years. How long were people stuck here for? Did they ever go home again?

Steve swallowed his drink down fast and waved for another. Not like he had anything else to spend his money on.

"Yeah. Well. Nothing like meeting the alternate-universe version of your traumatized, amnesiac best friend and then show him how he died. Almost as good as seeing your first officer as a kid being..." Steve paused, knowing that this wasn't his story to tell.

"Yeah. Wringer. Or maybe it feels worse because it's the first one. I don't know..."

[dothelokimotion]

[ his brow furrows. ]

Is that a reference to something?

[universal_charm]

Was the man part fish? When the drink came, Kirk reached forward and took it before Steve could reach it, sipping and licking his lips slowly, more to think than to try and be sensual. "You have good taste," he complimented, but not sorry that he was forcing Steve to breathe for have a second before knocking another back when he already looked a bit wobbly on his chair.

"You had it rougher than me. Thankfully no one poked to deeply this time," he tapped his fingers against the glass he had stolen. "I want to tell you it gets easier, but... well, that would be lying." Another sip. "What ship are you on?"

[outstandingbalance]

"You're still a terrible liar." Natasha takes another sip of her drink—formerly Steve's drink—then sets her glass down and signals for another round. They're clearly going to need one.

"I'm sorry. For whatever it's worth."

[Open]

[sandywolf]

[Lyall doesn't drink to forget, because, well, because getting drunk isn't an option for him anymore, unfortunately, unless he goes for stuff that would kill most people.

That doesn't mean he hasn't tried before, after his first glitch which was pretty bad. But he knew then it was useless, and he is not feeling as bad now as he did then.

He sits at the bar and orders... tea. And spares a glance towards his neighbor.]

Pardon my intrusion, but that does not seem to helping overly much.

[rebuildyourruins]

Thor's been busy. It tends to happen, when you're trapped on a ship for a while then given the opportunity to try blowing that ship up. After his spectacular showing against the Marsiva, he simply went back to the Blue Fish to get his captain's duties taken care of. It was easier than it would have been otherwise, now that he'd been able to vent his anger productively against a suitable target.

It's why when Thor shows up following Steve's message he actually seems calmer than he's been in weeks. Getting back to a kind of normality helped with that as well. He walks into the bar purposefully, giving it a brief look around before heading to where Steve is.

First, he slaps Steve on the back by way of greeting. "Glad to be off that stupid ship?" he asks, hopping onto the stool next to the other man. Whatever else is happening, Thor knows his mood is improved by not being there anymore.