bakerstreet | put some liquor in it.

put some liquor in it.

the drinking meme

① ( SOBER ): whether it be because you haven't had a chance to find the right glass for you or because you aren't much of a drinker, you're starting to look like the only one in the room who's managed to resist the temptation to throw their heads back and guzzle a few choice bottles. time to enjoy standing awkwardly in the corner while everyone else has fun, or tend to some friends who may have had one too many.

② ( TIPSY ): oh, geez. when did they decide to make moving floorboards? and since when has it been so darn difficult to walk in a straight line? you've only had a glass or two, but it's already starting to get to you, nipping at your nose and making you feel all bubbly and warm inside. hopefully this isn't the start of something worse.

③ ( DRUNK ): you may or may not have just made a series of terrible decisions and suddenly find yourself not remembering a single one of them. maybe that girl over in the corner of the room who hasn't turned your way all night looks like a nice target for a spontaneous game of fisticuffs, or that guy over there is probably, maybe, your next husband. maybe you're one of the unfortunate ones having to rush to the bathroom and get acquainted with the white tiles for a while? hopefully there's someone level-headed enough to hold your hair back for you.

④ ( HUNGOVER ): who invented noise and why did they make it so painful? whether you've managed, by some miracle, to wake up in (a) bed, or you find yourself sitting up from under the kitchen table with someone else's underwear on your head, the splitting headache you've got going for you isn't showing any sympathy for your overnight activities. better get to drinking a few litres of water and crawling under a few blankets for the day.

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"It's okay," he assures her. "I mean, sure I grew up in Central but there was just as much bad memories as there were good, you know?" Barry can only hope his smile isn't as strained as it feels. "National City needs me closer and Central has Cisco and Wally to keep an eye on things."

Sure it hurts, being away from his family and friends and his job, but he can cover the distance quickly enough and if things get dire back home Cisco can always open a breach to get him home faster. He can do this. He'd volunteered to make the move after all. Maybe he can even get a job at National City PD?

"Hey," there's a smaller smile but it's far warmer. "I can at least say I got a pretty amazing friend out of it, right?"

Kara glances over at him and grins herself, ducking her head. "Absolutely," she says.

After a moment of not-as-awkward-as-it-could-be silence, Kara hops up, clapping her hands together once. "So, I don't know what all you got in the way of wedding presents, but this, um... well, he's not really a friend, but he's kind of a, um... Well, he's an alien who's a little bit of a criminal? A little bit? But also a great informant, and... anyway."

She shakes her head, dashing off to her room and unearthing two huge bottles of Aldebaran rum and zooming them back over. "Well, one of these is from him and the other is from M'gann - she used to work at this great alien dive bar in National City, and then she kind of saved Mars, so - anyway!" She holds up the bottles, shaking them a little. "Rum!"

She's not sure if Barry even drinks, or if she just looks like a complete alcoholic to him now. But, what are they supposed to do? Because if the mayor asks her one more time about potential offspring, she's not going to be responsible for her actions, and making babies is so far off the menu, it's on Pluto. But, there's rum and lots of it, and it's not like they especially need to remember today, since it was all... for everyone else, not them.

By the time she's back Barry has changed into more comfortable jeans and a STAR Labs tshirt, feet bare and scuffing on the carpet a little bit as he smiles. "Yeah, I knew a guy like that too." But talking about Snart is going to get depressing and he's resolved not to get depressed about tonight no matter how weird his life has become.

"Wait, wait, saved Mars? Okay, I'm gonna need so much backstory on that later or Cisco will completely disown me." Because he totally would.

There's a rush of wind and he's got two glasses from the mini bar. "Rum sounds amazing." Lots and lots of it. Because what else are they gonna do? Play cards? There's absolutely no chance that super-babies are in the mix and he'd nearly died when the mayor brought that up at the reception-slash-press conference from hell.

"Is it, like strong enough to do affect us?"

"Heck yeah. The first time I drank this, I downed one shot and was immediately just." She snaps her fingers. "Gone. Nothing has ever been able to do that before, and full disclosure, I don't know what planet this comes from. But, it's really... potent."

She pours them both a shot then corks the bottle, setting them down on Barry's dresser. She should have changed too, but oh well. Now she just wants to drink.

"Bottoms up?"

"Really? Caitlin's been trying to come up with something for years that would keep up with my metabolism," he takes the shot and clinks glasses with hers. "Here's to you Kara Allen. Um. Danvers-Allen? We never figured that out did we?"

Aaaand he's gonna stop talking right now and throw back that shot. It burns like liquid fire all the way down but it also hits him in all the right ways and he coughs, "Whoa. Whoa that's really really good stuff."

Kara can't help the nose wrinkle that appears on her face at Kara Allen. Patriarchal standards can rot. She watches Barry take his shot and then follows, downing hers because she needs something else to think about.

It's warm, having been in her bags for hours, unlike when it's served at the bar, and Kara sticks her tongue out after she swallows, making a face. It does not taste great, but it never does. At least it still works, making Kara feel a little fuzzy around the edges almost immediately, her fingertips floating and drawing her arms up.

It helps her sound much more calm as she says, "Caitlin - Caitlin needs to try more alien stuff. Aliens know where it's - it's at.

"And I think we should - we should hyphenate. I think that's the progressive thing to doooooooooooo, do you think so, Mr. Allen-Danvers?"

Ew. Yeah he's pretty sure it'll be better cold, but that doesn't stop him from going for refills. The world is a little hazy in all the best ways and he grins at her, his smile a little loopy.

"Allen-Dangers. Danvers. Totally. I can totally get behind that. This stuff is *awesome*. We haven't seen any aliens expect.. except for that whole Dominator thingy."

"Whaz a dominator?" Kara asks, pouring herself another shot and throwing it down. She's just coordinated enough still to get it in the glass, but that's a little bit of a miracle. "Sounds weird." She punctuates that with a hiccup, followed by laughter.

"Alien. But not the good kind like you. The bad kind." Barry knocks back another shot and has to sit down before he falls down. "Wow. This stuff.. this stuff is great. See this? You? Good alien and good alien stuff. Dominators? Bad bad aliens. Nothing good."

"Makes sense," Kara says with a decisive nod. She downs another shot and stumbles, even though she hadn't been walking. She falls gracelessly, landing in a ruffled, white-laced flump on the floor. The skirt of her wedding gown poofs out around her in a halo, and she kicks her shoes off, sticking her legs out in front of her with a giggle.

"Whoopsie," she says. "Oh wow, this is a big dress. Biiiiig tent dress."

She furrows her brow, thinking hard - as hard as she can when her brain is all... whooshy. "I don't understand bad aliens," she says. "You come - come to Earth, and you do good things, and then humans like you. You do bad things, and then you go to jail. Or - or you die. It's sooooo st-stupid."

Edited 2017-09-04 02:10 (UTC)

Barry is struggling valiantly with his tie and somehow manages to get it off without strangling himself. Barely. Another shot goes down just as Kara does. Just as his wife does and Barry can't help but laugh at the sheer ridiculousness that his life has become. He rests his chin on his hand and looks at the poof of white and grins.

"Yeah, but it's pretty. Probably no good for saving people in though."

A thoughtful nod. At least he hopes it looks like one. "Right? Like why they gotta be all evil and stuff? It just makes everything sooo much harder."

Kara hops up on her knees and reaches for the closest bottle, taking a swig straight from it instead of trying to pour out a shot now. She's too far gone for that, and her dress is pretty. It'd suck to get it covered with booze stains.

"It does! It makes their lives harder and - and our lives harder..." She lays back on the floor, the poofy back of her skirt layered and long enough that it cushions her shoulders and head on the floor. She sets the bottle down next to her side and holds up her left hand over her head. Her brand spanking new wedding ring catches the hotel room light. There was no engagement ring paired with it, what with this being so... unorthodox, to say the least, so it's just the band, but it's pretty. She's pretty sure Alex picked it out personally, which was sweet.

"Man oh man," she says, shaking her head. She abruptly stops that when it makes her vision a little too swimmy to be fun. No, thank you. Her hand falls back to the floor with a thud, and then she props up on her elbows. "So, scale of 1 to 10, mmmmost awkward kiss or most... most awkward kiss? I mean. Geez."

He flops forward on the bed, resting his chin in his hands as Kara lays back on the floor surrounded by her wedding dress. So what if he's smiling a little dopily? She's pretty. His wife is pretty.

Nope. Nope. Barry shakes his head as he reaches for the bottle and downs another shot because that way of thinking will generate a freakout and that's not going to help anything, is it? No. No it will not.

Joe had made sure Barry had his Dad's wedding band. A bit of his parents to take with him even though he's 100% sure that they never would have seen a marriage like this coming. He twists the simple band and sighs. "This whole powers thing makes our lives harder, never mind aliens. I mean not all aliens. Just the bad ones."

The question startles a laugh out of him. "Yeah. Totally most awkward kiss ever. I mean not that it was bad. Because it wasn't. It was just.. yeah." He grabs the bottle. Drinking is not helping his babbling. "Weird."

"Definitely weird," Kara says with a decisive nod. "With everyone watching, and all the cameras..." She wrinkles her nose, shaking her head. "We should've... should've practiced." With that, she takes another swallow of her bottle before she says anything else ridiculous.

"And you don't have to... have to, like, say - you know." What the crap is the word she's looking for? Putting things into... into boxes. Um. Sorting? No. "You don't have to um... categorize, you know. Good aliens and bad aliens, like. Not in that - in that context."

She is too drunk for this serious of a conversation, but Kara Danvers (Danvers-Allen? Geez.) is nothing if not persistent.

"Like, aliens make humans lives harder. I mean that's just..." She puffs out her cheeks. "That's just true. The Danvers didn't have... half the problems they did once I came along, and I know the Kents were pretty... simal - slimmi- similar."

Maybe she shouldn't reveal her cousin's secret identity but whatever! She's married now! There's no superhero rules for this.

Edited 2017-10-18 11:47 (UTC)

"Ugh. The cameras." Barry groans. "That was the worst."

"The kiss part wasn't so bad. Weird. Not bad though." Oops. Did he say that out loud? Yep, better get another drink and hope she didn't pick up on that. They were married but they weren't married married, right? They didn't have to do anything stupid like consumate it. They were just friends and that's enough.

"Hey. Hey aliens make things cool too. I mean you.. you're you're just awesome and all. And nice."

Barry flops on his back, staring up at the ceiling that is starting to lazily spin. "My wife is nice," he singsongs. Then laughs. Oh god what is his life?

Kara grins, laughing too. "My husband is nice," she says, giggling some more, her hand coming up to cover her mouth. "Oh my gosh, this is silly. I can't believe we met... met yesderday."

She scrambles up then, shuffling on her knees and nearly tripping over her giant, floofy skirt to get to the edge of the bed. She looks down at Barry's face and awkwardly reaches over him, grabbing one of his hands and shaking it. "It's been nice to meet you," she says with a grin.

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put some liquor in it.

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