Who: Darcy and Peter When: After this Where: Peter's place What: Drinking Status: Green
Her day was getting worse and worse. Sometimes she wished she was back in the other earth, where Thanos had won. That's how horrible and empty she felt lately. But she reached out to Peter because she needed someone outside of Jane, Tony, and Thor right now. She needed someone who didn't know her or her relationship personally. Peter was it.
True to what she said, she had ice cream with her and was at his place in fifteen minutes. She was wearing a sweater, an open container of cookie dough ice cream and spoon in her mouth as she knocked on his door. It was cold outside, and she liked it. But in truth, Darcy was still a mess, and she really didn't care if it showed.
Peter was comfy. When he heard the knock, he yelled out 'Come in' without bothering to move. His place wasn't that big -- Darcy could find the living room easily enough.
Although Peter had said he was going to watch RuPaul, he got distracted and turned on Jurassic Park. He felt a connection with Owen -- he too knew what it felt having to manage several dangerous species and convince everyone they're safe.
When he saw Darcy, he raised an eyebrow. "Nice homeless look. Who died?"
When Peter yelled come in, she walked in and shut the door behind her. It wasn't long before she flopped down beside him on the couch. "Me." She said when he asked who died. Already coming to look at the movie he had put on as she arched a brow for the moment. "What happened to Ru Paul?"
She asked as she ate at her ice cream, only to reveal a second spoon and handed it to him. "And it's cold outside." She said looking at him with a raised brow.
"I wanted dinosaurs." It seemed a good answer. In truth, she looked pretty depressed. He wasn't totally sure alcohol was a good idea, but hey -- it wasn't a bad idea either. "I'd ask if you're okay, but you don't look it. So instead, I'll ask what you want to drink."
When asked about the drink part, all she could hear was Loki s voice in the back of her head. A quick shake as she sunk more into the couch for the moment. "What do you have?" She asked taking another spoonful of ice cream and looking at the movie at this point. Sure, dinosaurs why not.
Okay, this was getting slightly uncomfortable but nothing copious amounts of booze couldn't fix. "Right. Give me a second."
Getting up, he walked by Darcy and frowned a little when she wasn't looking. Something was up, but their friendship wasn't based on sharing and feelings and crap. It was based on making fun of people and junk food.
A few moments later, he came back, two drinks in hand. "May not be a cook, but I can make a mean Margarita. Should go well with ice cream."
Nope, their friendship wasn't based on that. They would need more alcohol for that box of worms to be opened. She had no idea Peter had frowned behind her. Her focus right now was on ice cream and dinosaurs.
"I want Blue," she said when he came around with the drinks. Already taking a sip as she covered the ice cream. Not wanting anymore since alcohol was in front of her now.
"You know a Slurpee is a margarita without alcohol, " she said taking a sip of her drink with no hesitation.
"That is the greatest thing you've ever said." Peter wiggled in his seat, getting comfortable in his armchair.
His. No one else's. Like his Captain chair. Butt grooves the way he wanted.
"And I wanted Blue too until I remembered that I'm surrounded by murderous beings. Was. Maybe. Everyone left." Peter gave a dismissive wave. "Drinking alone in Margaritaville," he sang. "Nice to have company for once."
"Wait, everyone left?" she said, looking around and realizing just how empty his place was finally. "Where'd everyone go..." she asked as she glanced over at Peter finally. Much like herself, he looked like shit too. It didn't take a rocket scientist to put the pieces together as she sipped her drink once more.
Peter simply shrugged. For his own reasons, he didn't want to get into it either. To be honest, he hadn't advertised anything -- Drax, Rocket, and Groot were still 'around' but they were off in the stars, and he'd (oddly enough) chosen to stay behind.
Maybe he was just waiting for Gamora. Who knows. He just knew he couldn't leave right now.
Of course, none of this would be said. "I'm not responsible for anyone. They do their own thing, and if we meet up again, cool. Whatever. Que Sera Sera and all that shit."
She thought for a moment, looking at her drink.
"We're gonna need something stronger than this to deal with what we're going through," she said sipping her drink once more.
She leaned back in the chair, looking at the screen once more.
"Ever wish you can have a do-over?" she asked looking over at Peter for the moment.
"Every goddamn day," was Peter's instant answer. He'd made so many choices over the years, things that he wished he could take back or change even.
"And let me assure you -- there's enough tequila in this drink to get us shmammered. We're fine." and to prove a point, he took a fair swallow and winced. "Damnit, brain freeze." Clenching his eyes, he motioned to her. "Guess you feel the same too?"
"Yeah...we're gonna need more alcohol," she said watching him get a brain freeze. Typically that would have her laughing but she rarely laughed lately and when she did...
She shook her head of thoughts for the moment.
"Yeah, I do. I'd do so many things different," she said, taking a good size gulp of her drink as she focused on the movie once more.
Peter didn't comment with anything more than a grunt. It didn't seem like something he wanted to get into either. Not yet.
A few more drinks later, he'd switched to straight booze and pop. He actually had no idea what he was drinking, so long as it got him drunk. The movie over, he shook his head. "That's a stupid movie. Goods of the few outweigh the goods of the many or some shit. I dunno, would you try to save the dinos? Or left them to burn?"
Darcy wasn't even sure at this point. They'd gone through part one and two of the Jurassic movie and who knew how much alcohol.
"Maybe just Blue," she said with a shrug. " I mean...if you think about it we sorta did...we saved the universe. " She shrugged and sipped her drink.
"What thanks do we get? I get in a fight with Loki, and we end up breaking up...thanks universe," she said flipping the middle finger in the air as she looked to her empty cup.
"I need more alcohol," she suddenly said, tossing her head back for a moment.
"Loki?" Peter had to think about it for a moment while he put on the original Jurassic Park. Who cared if they were watching out of order?
And then it hit him. "Holy shit, broke up? You were dating a God?" Peter was probably in the minority, but he actually liked Loki, not that they'd had many interactions though. Leaning forward, he grabbed the nearest bottle (vodka maybe?) and poured it into Darcy's cup. "That's badass."
"Yeah, the God..." she said, watching her cup being refilled as she sat up a bit. "Doesn't matter. We've been broken up about a month now."
She took a huge gulp of the clear liquid. There was more to it. So much more, but Darcy didn't want to go down memory lane, because who knew how it would affect her right now.
"I want a do-over," she said looking to the opening scene of the original Jurassic Park. "Classics are better," she belatedly realized.
Peter blinked slowly before nodding. "Yeah. Sometimes do-overs are good. I wish I hadn't met Gamora," he blurted out. "Was pretty damn happy fucking my way through the galaxy, doing whatever the hell I wanted and now?" He finished his drink and burped. "Feelings are shit. Who the hell thinks relationships are good ideas?"
"Yeah. Try being in love with the God of Lies and Mischief, okay? A fucking God," she said shaking her head. "Our lives suck." She shook her head as she downed her drink, letting it spill a little. She didn't care really at this point, as she felt the buzzing in her head tell her she was getting drunk.
Good.
She did give Peter a glance though and frowned a little. "We saved the world. We work for Tony fucking Stark. We're friends with Gods and aliens. So why are we so miserable.... " she said with a sigh. She hated this right now.
"Do over team. Right here." Darcy motioned between her and Peter at this point
"Fuck yeah!" Peter pumped a fist in the air. "We are goddamn amazing and you're right! Why the FUCK are we miserable?" His drink sloshed on the floor but he barely noticed.
"We need t-shirts."
Darcy looked at his drink spill over and frowned. But the mention of shirts and she had a horrified face on. "Oh god. I had a shirt made before the break-up. Oh god, it's gonna arrive at the house." At this point, she was facepalming at herself.
"Okay, I can handle this. As for us. Yes, the team do over shirts will be made for us." She gave Peter a firm nod, drinking her drink, not spilling it as he did with his.
"We need a code word. For when we're feeling down and pitiful we can say it to each other to snap the fuck outta it. I mean you're fucking Star-Lord. You fought aliens and saved the world. We shouldn't be like this," she said, pouring another drink.
Curiosity killed the cat. And Peter.
His interest was piqued. "What the fuck kinda shirts did you order that you are now regretting? And can our safe word be jambalaya? I always liked that word. Never get to say it."
"It was a little packet type of thing. Loki was feeling down, so I had a shirt made with an angry stick figure if himself on it with the words 'team Loki' on it. I also had a mug made and a pajama set because I knew he would laugh at it."
She raised a brow. "Jambalaya really..." She shrugged. "Fuck it, why not."
He couldn't help it. A loud guffaw escaped and had him rolling in stitches. "Oh my God, let him open that present! It's perfect," he said, tears springing to his eyes. "He'll be so pissed!"
"You are not helping!" she said, hitting him with her palm at this point. "I can't let him see that now!" She shook her head. "Oh god...I have to either get that box or ask him to send it to me..."
"STOP LAUGHING!" she yelled, glaring at him.
Peter had rolled onto his back, holding his stomach, barely registering Darcy's slaps. "Too good! His shirt frowny face will match his real frowny face and then we'll all be smoted and it'll be fucking hilarious!"
"It was made out of love!" She was trying to kick him at this point. "You're not helping!" She was laughing herself at this point. Because in all honesty that might be hilarious to see Loki s face at the little gift set.
"Okay so maybe it's funny," she said when some of her laughter died down. Which was good since she hadn't laughed in a while, minus earlier in the day.
"Love frowns!!! That's the best description of a relationship ever!" Peter was hiccuping now, enjoying the laughter as well. "One time, I got Gamora this necklace, some stupid thing, wasn't thinking. She straight up killed someone with it. Didn't know if I should've cried or laughed so instead I just thought yup. This is my killer girlfriend. Cool."
"Yeah, well Loki tried to overthrow Earth once. And this is the God I love. Earths biggest war criminal," she said in tears, still laughing at this point. Because being drunk and laughing stupidly with Peter was the best right now.
"We make the best life choices!" He giggled madly, stopping to finally breathe heavily. Drunkenly reaching for his cup, he finished it one big gulp, not registering the burn anymore.
Oh yeah. This was a good level of drunk.
"But I hear your boy. Being hated on that level fucks with a person. Before I 'saved the galaxy,' I was persona non grata evvveerryywhheerree. My rap sheet is long enough to be used as toilet paper. Two-ply."
Darcy was laughing as she drank her cup completely. "Yeah. We couldn't tell anyone we were dating. Couldn't share pictures. Nothing."
She shook her head.
"But we both know, we'd do it again because we love them," Darcy said thinking a moment. "More alcohol."
Peter managed to flop inelegantly to the ground before standing up and weaving his way to the counter. Noting the several empty bottles, he nodded with approval. "I think you could keep up with the Ravagers. We've drunk enough to knock out two full grown Jooflens."
Reaching for one, he squinted. "Gin." He pronounced it with a hard G. "I have no clue what this is. You want it?"
Darcy watched him. "I have a history of drinking that only Loki and now you know. He once gave me alcohol from Vanaheim, and it was an amazing night," she said smirking.
"I've no idea who those are or what that is," she added about the Ravangers and the other alien name.
"Gin is good. Gin is the knock out drink," she said with grabby hands. "Gin is the cause of bad last-minute decisions."