[ It doesn't fill the ache of losses from Concordia, but Sam's grin has a warming effect all that reaches deep, more so when it's directed at Steve this way - something Sam's got in common with Angel, and something Steve's not keen enough to make the comparison to. There are still times when he worries whether he leans on Sam's support too much, leading to other nagging doubts about the balance of their friendship. But the bizarre circumstances that led them here no longer overshadow how at ease Steve's gotten to be around Sam. ]
Too bad I left my hollow leg in my other pants. [ He's not exactly a lightweight, but he gives the bottle a vaguely dubious look as he pops it open. ] What is this stuff anyway?
[ 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.
[ A light huff and another grin, this time a little bit sly. ]
I'd settle for a beer and a dog. Mustard and sauerkraut... [ You asked him to come here.
With a deep breath he takes a long drink, swallowing with the back of his arm pressed again his mouth. He's had not-so-finely aged Prohibition era bathtub swill. This stuff isn't about to make him go blind, but it's not fooling around either. ]
[ 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.
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Too bad I left my hollow leg in my other pants. [ He's not exactly a lightweight, but he gives the bottle a vaguely dubious look as he pops it open. ] What is this stuff anyway?
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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.
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I'd settle for a beer and a dog. Mustard and sauerkraut... [ You asked him to come here.
With a deep breath he takes a long drink, swallowing with the back of his arm pressed again his mouth. He's had not-so-finely aged Prohibition era bathtub swill. This stuff isn't about to make him go blind, but it's not fooling around either. ]
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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.