[ At the bar that stops Steve with the force of an ice rink rail were he on runaway skates, he gets asked what he wants and he says Whatever will knock me out, to which he gets a laugh and some raised brows. The drink put in front of him gets necked.
Jesus Christ. He rubs his face hard and sucks down a deep, steadying breath. ]
Get your shit together, Harrington.
[ He falls right on his ass as he backs away from the bar, landing with a wheezed Owww. Bonus? He's starting to stop caring about things again as alcohol hits his system. Holy shit, he needs Robin to straighten him out or get trashed with him and work out why he's so prickly about realising he likes men, plural, and not just one man, singular and metal.
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Jesus Christ. He rubs his face hard and sucks down a deep, steadying breath. ]
Get your shit together, Harrington.
[ He falls right on his ass as he backs away from the bar, landing with a wheezed Owww. Bonus? He's starting to stop caring about things again as alcohol hits his system. Holy shit, he needs Robin to straighten him out or get trashed with him and work out why he's so prickly about realising he likes men, plural, and not just one man, singular and metal.
Is he prickly? No. And that's very surprising.
... Where's Eddie? ]