InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "the cub caught the lion's prey"

wantedthedevil (wantedthedevil) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2012-11-18 00:06:00

Entry tags:

claire winchester, lucifer, steve rogers

WHO: Claire Winchester, Steve Rogers, & Lucifer
WHAT: Three now perfectly human individuals get drunk in order to not have to worry about the situation they're in. And because they usually can't normally.
WHEN: November 18th; Evening
WHERE: The Roadhouse
RATING: PG
STATUS: In Progress

It had been a bizarre feeling. Walking was slow, painfully and agonizingly slow, and while riding in a car had been faster, to Lucifer's mind, it was still so tedious. Castiel had been right when he'd described the car journey in such a rather succinct way because that was all it would be to an angel who was capable of instantaneous travel. Slow. Not that he didn't appreciate Claire saving him the extra minutes that it would have taken to walk down to the Roadhouse, but as the three of them piled out of the car, he was utterly thankful for having arrived at their destination. The Roadhouse was a place that Lucifer normally wouldn't have set foot in unless it was to pain the walls red with hunter blood, but since he'd been here, it had become obvious that the place was much more a neutral ground than it would have ever been in their own reality. Which was just another example, in Lucifer's mind, of how this place could change things for the better just as much as it could change things for the worst.

Like this, right now, which seemed to be a half and half toss up for all of them. Moving forward and pulling back to door, Lucifer flashed a toothy smile at the other two before gesturing for them to enter, "After you," He said, figuring that holding the door was the least he could do. Any damage to Claire would likely result in Dean going biblical on his ass, and this other guy, Steve something or other, looked like he would break in two if he even tried to hold the door himself. And he could be nice when he wanted to be. Even if his main motivation at the moment was self-preservation, and his Mother would likely say it didn't entirely count because of that, he was marking it down in the good deed for the day column.

"So, you guys scope out a table, and I'll grab the first round," Lucifer said with a grin as he slipped into the bar after them. "Anyone any have preferences, or should we just start slow and work our way up?" He asked, shifting a glance briefly to Steve. After all, just how much would it even take to get that kid drunk? Half a beer?

(Post a new comment)

thefirstavenger
2012-11-18 05:47 am UTC (link)

Steve had almost forgotten what it was like to be so small and sickly. He'd become used to his new body over the past few years and suddenly being like this again was frustrating to say the least. Thankfully, Bruce had been able to help somewhat at least. Apparently modern society had come up with a decent solution to asthma, so he wasn't worried about losing the ability to breathe if he did go out. Still, he hated how helpless he felt, how it seemed like the other Avengers were judging him. Tony had been right when he'd said that everything special about him had come out of a bottle, that he was nothing more than a lab experiment. Now that was painfully obvious to the others, and he couldn't help but feel that they wouldn't be able to respect him, seeing him like this.

So he was glad to get out of the tower. He wasn't exactly sure about going for drinks with Claire and Lucifer, but it was a chance to get his mind off of things. Besides, he liked Claire. She was great, apparently great enough that in at least one future he married her one day, and he really respected her. And at least Lucifer didn't have his powers and was presumably going to behave. His only opinion of the guy came from when they'd had no memories of Colligo and he'd been a jerk then killed a kid. Still, Claire seemed okay with him, and he had just held the door and offered to get the first round, so that was nice.

"Thanks," he said with a small, nervous smile. "I'm fine with anything." Even though he was small, he had a decent enough tolerance from drinking with Bucky. He'd go with whatever they wanted. "What about you, Claire?"

(Reply to this) (Thread)

goallbuffyonus
2012-11-18 06:08 am UTC (link)

On a scale of one to ten of stupid things Claire had done in her life, she was pretty sure that this latest idea of hers was probably somewhere around a million and seventy-three or so. After all, she was currently powerless and going drinking with Lucifer and Captain America. Sure Lucifer was currently powerless and Steve didn't look as much like a captain at the moment as he did a scrawny kid playing at being a grown-up, but that was entirely beside the point. The point was, she was going out drinking with a man whose faith in God was about as strong as one could get and the actual Devil. Better yet, she was going out drinking with them both at the Roadhouse of all places.

Yeah. This night was definitely going to end in fire.

However, until that moment came, Claire was determined to have a good time. She knew it probably wouldn't take much for her to get drunk, and she knew she'd have to be careful not to cross that blurry line between being a fun drunk and being a falling down, puking everywhere drunk. And yes, it was a little surreal, to start with, not to mention a bit awkward. But, once again, she was going to have a good time. She didn't care what it took.

Grinning when Lucifer held open the door for them, she gave an eyeroll as she made her way inside. "You do know that Emmy wouldn't let Dean actually smite you if I get hurt in a way that isn't your actual fault, right?" she pointed out in a slightly teasing tone before adding, "And I'll take a shot of tequila and a beer. Thanks."

What? Just because her tolerance wasn't all that great didn't mean she was going to take it easy to start with. That was a little beside the point, tonight.

"Come on, Steve," she said as she glanced at the man beside her. "Looks like there's an empty booth over there. Let's go snag it before Jude spots us as makes us sit at the bar so she can keep an eye on us."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

wantedthedevil
2012-11-18 06:23 am UTC (link)

Lucifer couldn't help but laugh. Oh, he had a feeling that his Mother wouldn't let Dean do anything that she didn't really want him to. He was one of her angels right now, after all, and even if he was the one with as much free will as any human could claim to have, there were still limits to what could be done before She stepped in. It was a thing Lucifer knew all too well. But at the same time, there was a part of him that didn't really care about that. All considerations that could be taken to keep Claire safe, well, it just seemed like the right thing to do. Especially with how accident prone Meri always said she was. The last thing he wanted was her choking on an ice cube and dying on his watch.

"Yeah, I know," Lucifer said after a moment, tossing her a grin. "But is it really so bad if I want to do what I can to keep you alive?" He asked. "Maybe I just like you like that," He said, waggling an eyebrow before grinning at Steve and nodding. "I'll surprise you," He said before disappearing off to the bar.

After a moment, Lucifer returned, try in hand as he balanced the drinks on it and crossed over to the table where Claire and Steve had sat down. Three pints of beer, three shots of tequila, and full pitcher in the center of the tray. "I figured it would save use from having to worry about going back and forth," Lucifer said with a grin as he slipped the tray onto the center of the table. He fully expected that they would all have trouble with standing quickly enough that they didn't need to have to make the trips with full glasses.

"You think you're gonna be all right with a full glass there, buddy?" Lucifer asked, sparing a glance at Steve as he sat down. "I could always put some of it back into the pitcher if it's going to be an issue."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

thefirstavenger
2012-11-18 09:23 am UTC (link)

Steve honestly wasn't following the thread of Claire and Lucifer's conversation. He knew they were talking about God and Claire's currently angelic husband, but beyond that it was a little much to take in. But he figured that was fine. That was between them, and he was sure the conversation would move to more neutral ground later. Claire wasn't the sort of person to leave someone out of a conversation. She was too nice for that. And even if Lucifer wasn't, he was pretty sure Claire wouldn't let the guy make him feel like too much of a third wheel. So he just smiled politely as they talked, then nodded at Lucifer's insistence that he would surprise him. "You do that, pal," he said, following Claire over to the booth she'd pointed out.

"Would Jude really try to keep an eye on us?" he asked. He didn't know Bucky's girlfriend, or former girlfriend he supposed, as well as he would have liked. He wished he could change that, but it was just a fact. Thinking about that made him miss Bucky, but he pushed the feeling aside. He definitely didn't want to ruin their evening by being mopey. It was just that being like this reminded him of the old days, and Bucky was a big part of that. "So," he said, as they waited for Lucifer return, "how is your family handling this? Are they all okay? Dean? The kids?" He liked Claire's family. They were good people, and he hoped they were all right.

When Lucifer finally returned, Steve had to bite back a snort at the comment about a full glass. Unlike Lucifer and Claire, he'd had a tolerance before the serum. He was glad, because he'd need all the advantage he could get. At least this way, he would hopefully be able to hold his own without making an idiot out of himself. "I'll be fine," he said, then gave Lucifer a small smile. "Do you think you're going to be all right with a full glass?" he asked innocently. "We can always put some back in the pitcher if you need."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

goallbuffyonus
2012-11-21 04:10 pm UTC (link)

And therein lied the crux of the issue with taking Steve Rogers and Lucifer out drinking. Their personalities could not, in any way, shape, or form, be more opposite if they tried. And while Claire was close with Steve, and slowly but surely starting to pass the point of just tolerating Lucifer, that didn't mean she was comfortable being placed squarely in the middle of their butting heads. She also especially did not want to have to pick sides. So with a clearing of her throat, she reached for her tequila and, with an arched eyebrow, stared first at Lucifer then at Steve.

"Put them away, boys," she said dryly. "Don't make me have to sic Jude on the both of you." The last comment was more of a joke, mostly because Jude Harvelle was terrifying when she wanted to be and Claire wouldn't sic her on anyone unless they seriously deserved it, but it was a good enough threat that she'd hope it'd do the trick. If not, well, they'd cross that bridge when they came to it. For now, she was going to take her shot of tequila, drink her beer, and hope that Steve and Lucifer managed to find some sort of middle ground before she was forced to take drastic measures.

Raising her shot glass slightly, she added, "To a night where hopefully nothing ends up on fire and we all make it out in one piece." Because you didn't drink to good health and good times with Lucifer around, and Claire was pretty sure whatever Lucifer would want to drink to was not going to be something Steve agreed with. Oh well. With her impromptu toast made, she tossed the shot back, shivered slightly as it burned a trail down her throat, and reached for her glass of beer.

"And I'm stating, for the record," she announced in a slightly wheezy tone as the last of the tequila finished its burn, "that I'm probably the one that should put some back." She smirked at them both over her glass. "But that's not happening."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

thefirstavenger
2012-11-23 09:40 pm UTC (link)

Steve flushed with embarrassment as Claire called them out, ducking his head slightly. He hadn't meant to let Lucifer push his buttons, and he certainly hadn't meant to put Claire in the middle of things. "Sorry," he said softly, still embarrassed by how he'd acted. Not that it had been all that bad really, but Steve was always harder on himself than other people. Picking up his shot as Claire did, he raised it slightly and gave a small smile at her toast. "Here's hoping," he agreed, laughing. Between the three of them, and any number of other friends who might show up, it was highly unlikely, but they could still hope.

"I'd be more worried about fire if Tony was here," he told her. After all, Tony was currently a god, with very fire-based powers. And of course Tony Stark would find a way to add to his god complex by becoming a literal god. That sort of thing still didn't exactly sit well with Steve, who had been raised to believe in one God, and only one God, but being an Avenger had given him plenty of reason to be more open-minded about that sort of thing. So, for now at least, he'd settle for just worrying about how much damage Tony could cause given the opportunity.

He knocked back his shot, chasing it with some of the beer, and made a slight face but otherwise didn't react. He wasn't going to follow up with another one right away, but it also wasn't more than he can handle. "I think we all have to be careful not to overestimate ourselves," he said, "or your husband's going to have to pick us up off the floor before the night's over...and that would just be embarrassing." Not the most embarrassing thing to ever happen in Colligo, but definitely embarrassing nonetheless. Hopefully, it wouldn't come to that.

"Gosh," he said. "Last time I had to worry about that...it's been a long time since I had to worry about that. Which is probably a good thing, really, because it takes me and Bruce to keep the others in line when they go drinking." Between Tony, Clint and Thor, they had their work cut out for them. God or not, Thor usually drank more than he should and it left them with three drunk crazy people.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

wantedthedevil
2012-11-28 05:20 am UTC (link)

"Hey, I was just trying to be a nice guy," Lucifer said with a half smile and a shrug. Which, all right, his words had probably seemed more than a little condescending, but that was just how he talked. If he wasn't being condescending or patronizing, he was likely whining or being sarcastic. Still, the intention had been genuine enough. The guy's wrists like that would snap in two just from getting bumped. A full glass seemed like a health hazard, and it really wasn't anything to do with his ability to hold his liquor or not. Still, Lucifer didn't try and argue the point. That's how things ended up on fire, and as Claire had said, hopefully this night would be fire free.

Raising his glass with a smile to salute hers, Lucifer took a long drink before glancing back at the bar, "I'd rather not," He said with a bit of a laugh. "She may be tiny, but that body's a powerhouse." Which might have sounded like a very weird statement had Lucifer not occupied said body during one of this place's more creative swaps. It was a little sad, really, when he could almost remember feeling stronger then than he did now all humanish. "We'll behave. Cross my heart and hope to... No. Actually. Scratch that. Hope to nothing. I'll just behave," He said, taking another sip of his drink before glancing between his two drinking buddies.

"Dean wouldn't have any trouble. He'd used to picking up Claire. You probably weigh all of 80 pounds soaking wet, and he'd just leave me on the floor. See! Problem solved. Not that I really like the idea of waking up on a barroom floor, but I can deal if it means an interesting night," Lucifer said, a hint of mischievousness flashing in his eyes for a moment before grinning. "In fact, we could make this even more interesting. Get half smashed and then go and try to do some activity. Bowling? Dancing? What other options are in this part of town?"

All right. This was probably the worst idea in the world, but to Lucifer, it sounded like a good one. Granted, messing with the locals sounded better, but he was pretty sure Captain America and Ms. All American Cheerleader wouldn't go for that one. Not with the devil being the one to suggest it, at least.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

goallbuffyonus
2012-12-06 01:05 pm UTC (link)

Claire couldn't help it. Yes, it was Lucifer. Yes, he wanted to wear her brother-in-law like a cheap suit. But even with all of that, she still laughed. "Bowling?" she echoed, ignoring the whole dancing part of the equation for the moment. Taking a sip of her beer, she grinned. "Somehow, I don't think having me somewhere that has ten to twenty pounds of foot crushing weights being flung around on slick wooden floors is going to work. That's tempting fate a little too much." Or Asaph. Half the time, Claire was pretty convinced he let things happen to people in the city not so much to learn from it - although that happened, too - but rather because he just found it funny.

Sitting back in her chair a bit, Claire raised her glass to her lips and mused thoughtfully, "I'm sure we can come up with something, though." Hell, get enough alcohol into them and she knew there was every chance bowling would happen if only because it was the one they'd discussed the most.

She took a drink then set her beer down, looking first at Lucifer then at Steve. Her fingers danced along her glass as she considered them, and their options for the evening. Finally she decided not to worry about it immediately. It was time to see just what the night had to bring. So instead of picking something to toss into the pile, she said with a grin, "As long as we keep the drinks coming."

(Reply to this) (Parent)