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I'm not sure I want to know what you could have been planning.

Nice to know I can still keep you on your toes.

You'd think with all my memory issues I would have left myself some notes. I'm never drinking with Thor again.

I'm sure Thor could tell you in detail what you've forgotten.

[A few long minutes later]

Yeah, okay. I figured it out. Glad I overslept. Thanks for the advice, pal.

[Well that's not good.]

I didn't expect you to actually ask him.

What were you planning on doing?

Just what it said on the wrapper. Fucking shit up.

Don't worry about it.

It didn't actually have anything to do with me?

At least Thor was able to clear it up.
I try not to go drinking with him anymore.

[The next pause is close to five minutes with the 'typing' symbol repeatedly coming on and off]

It's not important.

And yeah. His liquor is probably the only thing in the world that can get guys like us buzzed. And then he just encourages really bad ideas. Never again.

I'm not going to press if you don't want to talk about it, Buck.

That's exactly why I don't go drinking with him!
He knows it's the only thing that can get me drunk, and half the stuff he offers me have magical properties.

You know how I get when I'm drunk, Steve. Still overbold and invincible.

I sort of want to see you drunk again, though. Maybe if we don't invite Thor and just his booze?

[This is a terrible idea, he should say no, but Bucky is starting to rub off on him again.]

I think we can do that. Thor has gifted me a couple bottles.

[Bucky, for a second, thinks about the alert on his phone. About how he'd been planning (thanks to Thor 'being helpful') to fuck shit up. With Steve.

Fuck, this was a bad idea. But Steve was the smart one, not him.]

Think you can? C'mon, Captain. You gotta do better than that.

And I could use some hair of the dog.

[It take him a few minutes before his next text.]

Give me 20 minutes.

[This was a bad idea. After last night, this was a fucking bad idea.]

Fifteen, Rogers.

Fifteen it is.

Where are we meeting?

[Shit.]

I don't want anyone coming in and trying to sully your star-spangled reputation.

The apartment.

I don't think we have to worry about that.

The apartment it is.

[And Steve will be there, with a big brown paper sack full of booze.

The sack is more for the stuff Thor has given him than anything else, considering how... odd the bottles tend to be.]

Buck...? I'm home.

[Home. Yeah, he is. Bucky squints as he leaves his bedroom and encounters sun for the first time that morning. It's not a good greeting. Super soldier or not, his head was hurting]

Hey, punk. Woah, you weren't kidding about the bottles. You'll be pickled after one, I bet.

[He smirks and punches Steve's arm before going for the bag]

Any of these do anything dangerous?

[Steve shakes his head.]

I don't think Thor would give me anything dangerous. He's made a big deal about some drinks only being shared between couples, but I don't think he would give me anything like that.

[He lets Bucky take the bag without complaint.]

Thor is constantly surprised when I don't know about Asgardian traditions.

[Bucky visibly pales at that because, yeah. He knows about that drink. That had been how this whole shit started]

He mentioned that one, last night. Looks like all the Avengers are trying to find ya a dame.

[He laughs a bit awkwardly, grabbing a bottle that looks like what he remembers from last night. There are already two glasses on the table. Bucky fills one to the top and the other halfway. He takes the halfway filled one, holding it for a toast]

Don't think about bellyachin'. You need to catch up. Cheers.

Something like that.

[Steve's problem is that Thor is incredibly perceptive, and doesn't have human notions of romance. Trying to set Steve up with a perfect equal is much more his speed than trying to set him up with every pretty woman to cross his path, like Natasha has done.]

I'd complain it's too early in the morning, if it was anyone but you. You know they make mimosa for this, right?

[He picks the glass up, raises a brow at how full it is, but saying nothing about it.]

Cheers!

[And down it goes. How does it taste, anyway?]

[Bucky clinks his glass and takes a large gulp of it. It has the same strangely honeyed taste that he'd noticed the night before. But other than that, it's an utterly foreign flavor. Smooth though. Smooth alcohols were dangerous alcohols.]

Trust Captain America to try and make us have juice with this.

[Already his headache is starting to abate. Hair of the dog indeed.]

C'mon. If I am gonna get you sloshed, I need to distract you. Sit down and we'll play something. Poker? Blackjack? Truth or dare like kids?

[Except, as kids, there was barely anything worth lying about. Truths got more dangerous as you got older]

Or whatever. As long as you finish that glass quick.

[Steve snorts, but only smiles like he's proud of himself, taking a deep drink from the glass. It's definitely strange, not like anything he's ever had before.]

You really want to play truth or dare?

[He finishes the rest of the drink, setting the glass down with a soft clink before he relaxes.]

I don't think I want to play Poker against you-- I'd probably lose all the money in my wallet.

[Bucky's eyebrow lifts up, the corner of his lips matching it]

Stevie. I am impressed.

[Not to be out drank, Bucky tosses his drink back effortlessly and refills them both to the top.]

Yeah. Cards aren't gonna work. I know all your tells. You lie for shit.

[He leans back and the voice in his head still screaming about what a bad idea this was gets all the louder.]

What'll it be then? Did you get enough secrets in the last two years to make truth interesting?

[Steve gives his trademark golden retriever-esque grin.]

You really are trying to get me drunk.

[He sounds both impressed and a little thrown, but isn't going to back down from the challenge.]

I'm sure I've got one or two secrets you don't know about.

[He'd ask about Bucky's, but he's a little afraid it would be like poking a hornet's nest with a stick. Steve wants to keep the banter playful at all costs. He lifts the glass to his lips and takes another big drink.]

This isn't bad, for something that's not a breakfast drink.

[Unless it is a breakfast drink? He doesn't actually know much about different alcohols.]

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Sorry I never change my icon, lol

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