sizeofyourbaggage: (well how about that)

[personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage 2017-01-25 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ Despite that he's transferred some of his intoxication over more than once tonight, Sam's still a pretty healthy level of drunk - not so much that he's tipped into maudlin, but definitely enough that his thoughts are muddled, and not much of anything feels like a concern right now. It's a good place to be, especially after the way that last mission went down on Concordia, and the mess on the ride back.

Right now is probably the most he's been able to relax since arriving back on the station, just being able to sit here and joke around with Steve. And if he's still feeling a little warmth from the way Steve'd smiled at him, well, to be fair, he's feeling a hell of a lot of warmth right now with how much he's had to drink. ]


I think it's some kind of moonshine. I kind of figured Misato might've already been a little too gone to tell me if I asked. [ He leans in closer to his own bottle to frown at it, then shrugs and takes a drink from it. ] Does the job, anyway, but I could sure as hell go for a nice bottle of red wine.
sizeofyourbaggage: (happy)

[personal profile] sizeofyourbaggage 2017-01-28 08:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's a burst of quiet laughter that turns into a groan as Sam leans over - and then pauses, holding himself mid-lean while he wants patiently for Steve to finish swallowing his drink.

Then Sam shoves him a little. ]


You know, every time you talk about hot dogs I have a massive internal conflict over wanting one real damn bad and also wanting to broaden your horizons.