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[warandpeace]

Who:

Thread 1: Harry Hart | Kazuhira Miller | Big Boss (Later)

Thread 2: Deacon

When:

Thread 1: Ambiguous

Thread 2: After their decontamination.

Where:

Thread 1: On the ship in the training simulation room

Thread 2: Bar

What:

Thread 1: Kaz decides that he wants to practice to get better with his new limbs and makes a very dumb mistake and lets out a secret

Thread 2: Drinking

Warnings:

Thread 1: Woops

Thread starters in entry. Monthly catch all.

Comments

[warandpeace]

[Miller turns on his stool, leans on the bar, and gives Deacon the smarmiest look that he can dredge up from the pits of his youth.] With all the things you're putting in the unicorn box you're making it sound like I would have a pretty good time going home with you.

[He mostly wants to see how Deacon will react to that, more than anything.]

[ersatzeverything]

[The fresh drink he'd ordered came and he's holding it and thank God he wasn't drinking from it yet because he sputters a surprised laugh.]

Twenty...ish years ago we could have had an awesome time. Not to blow my own...whatever...but I was good.

These days, though, seriously out of practice. I'm sure it's just like riding a bike. Don't do it for a long time and when you try to pick it up again you're fucking terrible and after you're done all your muscles hurt in peculiar places.

[warandpeace]

[He thumps Deacon's shoulder clumsily.] Don't worry. Even if you could get on the bike I think we are getting to the point we couldn't ride it at all. We'd get pulled over.

[ersatzeverything]

[He rocks loosely from the friendly push to his shoulder]

Yeah, right now I don't think I'd be up for riding anything tonight, even if I could anymore. I'd probably fall off or something.

I'm gonna take you up on that couch offer, though, if your roommates don't mind.

[warandpeace]

I'm sure. Yeah.

And hell. I trust you in my bed if worse comes to worse. Figure you're not the frisky type.

[And there's a special ways that drunk guys can fall asleep in uncomfortable positions and not even be aware of each other.]

[ersatzeverything]

If it comes to that, just don't drool on my shirt. It's totally vintage. [aka "two hundred year old, threadbare trash"]