Who: Steve and Kirk. And Peggy.
What: Drinking and whatever else happens
Where: Local bar
When: June 15th 2013
Rating: PG
for alcohol abuseThe bar was dark and relatively quiet in comparison to the street. It was the kind of place a guy could get lost in if he wanted or even forgotten. Steve was considering both options over a glass of whatever beer they had. It was his heritage: times a good, you drink and if times are bad, you drink harder.
He had found a corner to sit and brood for a while. It seemed that every time he finally had a break, something else happened to bring him down. His Dad finally seems happy and he gets too sick to live any more. A girl finally agrees to go out with him and then she's asked out by the quarter back. The army finally accepts him and he gets transported into another dimension. It was just his luck.
At least there had been a few things to keep him busy. Dames arriving and not knowing where to go. That sort of thing. He'd found a punching bag, but then discovered that his new strength was prone to breaking punching bags. Steve sighed and leaned back in the wooden chair. From where he sat there was a good view of the snooker tables and was that...no...was Miss Carter over the--
CRACK!Steve tumbled backwards as the back of the chair gave way and the wood splintered around him. As he fell, he rocked the base of the chair so that it slid out from under him and his legs splayed which, in turn, knocked the table over and covered a poor, unsuspecting guy in his undrunk beer.
Steve was halfway through muttering an apology as he stood up to get a better look and...and...it wasn't Miss Carter after all.