[ after dropping off the gifts, sam has a few errands he ends up running - both because there is always something he needs to pick up, drop off, or check up on, and also because there is always going to be a little left over energy when it comes to gifts. either way, it takes sam a couple of hours before he's back in his apartment, grabbing a bit for lunch, probably looking over something on the singularity theories he has been working on (it's a conspiracy wall, and he knows that it looks that way, but there's only so much he can accept and becoming that guy is not one of them.
still - the knock on the door comes and sam is opening the door soon after, seeing bucky there, having come to collect on the offer of drinks. he grins, easily, with an unnecessary- ] The old machine himself. [ before he nods and turns back to the apartment, leaving the door open for bucky to come in behind him. red makes a noise off in the corner, where he's settled up in his nest, just as he always does when bucky comes. it's almost as if this red knows about bucky's dislike of redwing, but who really knows. (magic....) ]
I'm trying to figure out if it's morally right of me to make you do birthday drinks. Shots for every year might actually get you drunk, but at the same time, it might bankrupt me. [ sam says as he heads over to grab his pouch of coin, his cloak, whatever other ye old medieval items he carries with him day to day, and then turns back to bucky. ]
[ he takes the comment for what it is and takes the wheel, nodding once and heading out of the inn he's been living out of for months. he assumes bucky will follow, which is why he doesn't really wait or check as he makes it out of the main lobby and into the city proper. ]
You really did that? The chugging the bottle thing? God damn. [ because yikes, he does feel sorry for you, man. sam has gotten exceedingly drunk for less than great reasons while he's been out in this city, he can't even imagine what he'd do if that was off the table.
as they talk, sam takes them down the next block or so, to one sam hasn't been too recently, if only for the change of pace. ]
( Accompanied by a noncommittal little shrug, a sway back and forth. )
Had a couple at your awkward universal reunion dinner, but that didn't seem like the best place to start doing experimental tequila shots.
( The mental image he's got for that is hilarious and devastating in equal measure. Then again, who knows, maybe if he'd gotten suitably sauced with Stark it would've solved everything.
Or he'd have gotten his arm fake-blown off again. Coin toss.
...And yeah, he did the chugging the bottle thing. You would too, if you were just coming out of being a brainwashed assassin with a river of blood on your hands and no context for why the thought cars these days have gotten insane crosses your mind. )
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still - the knock on the door comes and sam is opening the door soon after, seeing bucky there, having come to collect on the offer of drinks. he grins, easily, with an unnecessary- ] The old machine himself. [ before he nods and turns back to the apartment, leaving the door open for bucky to come in behind him. red makes a noise off in the corner, where he's settled up in his nest, just as he always does when bucky comes. it's almost as if this red knows about bucky's dislike of redwing, but who really knows. (magic....) ]
I'm trying to figure out if it's morally right of me to make you do birthday drinks. Shots for every year might actually get you drunk, but at the same time, it might bankrupt me. [ sam says as he heads over to grab his pouch of coin, his cloak, whatever other ye old medieval items he carries with him day to day, and then turns back to bucky. ]
You got a place in mind or does it matter?
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( Take the wheel, Captain. He still only has a small handful of places he visits around here. Hasn't had enough time yet to branch out. )
But I'll go ahead and do you and your coin purse a favor: I could chug the bottles and it wouldn't do the trick.
( Trust him, he tried. Practically drank half the Tequila in Mexico once, not even a dent. )
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You really did that? The chugging the bottle thing? God damn. [ because yikes, he does feel sorry for you, man. sam has gotten exceedingly drunk for less than great reasons while he's been out in this city, he can't even imagine what he'd do if that was off the table.
as they talk, sam takes them down the next block or so, to one sam hasn't been too recently, if only for the change of pace. ]
You try in the Horizon, yet?
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( Accompanied by a noncommittal little shrug, a sway back and forth. )
Had a couple at your awkward universal reunion dinner, but that didn't seem like the best place to start doing experimental tequila shots.
( The mental image he's got for that is hilarious and devastating in equal measure. Then again, who knows, maybe if he'd gotten suitably sauced with Stark it would've solved everything.
Or he'd have gotten his arm fake-blown off again. Coin toss.
...And yeah, he did the chugging the bottle thing. You would too, if you were just coming out of being a brainwashed assassin with a river of blood on your hands and no context for why the thought cars these days have gotten insane crosses your mind. )