She reclines against her chair with a languor she doesn't really feel while he pours them a drink from the large bottle of booze (one out of a dozen, "compliments of Thor") they'd mooched off the Asgardians. It's been a while since they've done anything that doesn't involve fighting or responding to a crisis, much less just the two of them; between the war and everything else that followed, they haven't really had the time or opportunity for that. But now that they do, she's unexpectedly nervous. Which is silly, really. They're just hanging out, you know, like normal people do on Friday nights. He's her best friend.
... and longtime recipient of her unrequited, but no less persistent, affection. Which everyone seemed to realize except him. And that's fine! He has enough shit to deal with already. The last thing he needs is her complicating things between them.
"Thanks." Though she suddenly leans forward and reaches across the table to place a palm over his glass before he can take a drink off it, grinning. "Let's play Never Have I Ever."
Regular people normally use shot glasses for that. But supersoldiers who haven't been properly drunk in decades? (Or in her case, never?) Ha. Tiny glasses are for the weak.
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She reclines against her chair with a languor she doesn't really feel while he pours them a drink from the large bottle of booze (one out of a dozen, "compliments of Thor") they'd mooched off the Asgardians. It's been a while since they've done anything that doesn't involve fighting or responding to a crisis, much less just the two of them; between the war and everything else that followed, they haven't really had the time or opportunity for that. But now that they do, she's unexpectedly nervous. Which is silly, really. They're just hanging out, you know, like normal people do on Friday nights. He's her best friend.
... and longtime recipient of her unrequited, but no less persistent, affection. Which everyone seemed to realize except him. And that's fine! He has enough shit to deal with already. The last thing he needs is her complicating things between them.
"Thanks." Though she suddenly leans forward and reaches across the table to place a palm over his glass before he can take a drink off it, grinning. "Let's play Never Have I Ever."
Regular people normally use shot glasses for that. But supersoldiers who haven't been properly drunk in decades? (Or in her case, never?) Ha. Tiny glasses are for the weak.