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ʙᴀʀᴛᴏɴ (cauterising) wrote in somerealityrpg,
@ 2019-08-16 22:09:00

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active: clint barton, inactive: sam winchester

WHO: Clint Barton & Sam Winchester
WHERE: A bar in Queens
WHEN: Friday night
WHAT: Random run ins while out for some stress relief.
WARNINGS: IDK yet, something, probably a lot of swearing.

Up until recently, Clint had kept a tight rein on drinking. He knew what happened when he didn't and he wasn't currently in the position to deal with that on top of all else. But Wanda vanishing and then appearing again and knowing nothing about it. It just rubbed him in a way that dragged him to the nearest bar once he'd gotten his head around another change in scenery.

It wasn't hard to find a bar, it was shockingly easy, and once he got started it was easier still to let the fuck go and just get a bottle and start knocking them back.

He was about a third of the way through the bottle before he finally started to slow down and actually remember that he wasn't 20 and couldn't tank a bottle of whisky on his own in a night. At least not without regretting the hell out of it the next day. Plus side, his brain was starting to turn off, even if that ruined his filter entirely.

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devium_filius
2019-08-16 10:46 pm UTC (link)

Sam hadn’t touched a drop since the night after the wraith like things had gone, he hadn’t been lying when he said he’d been feeling better. But he had been keeping to himself a fair bit, between working at the library and researching things that could be behind this whole thing, he hadn’t exactly been what you’d call a social butterfly.

With the change of scenery he’d figured maybe a break was in order. He’d considered the whole museum thing but he sort of wanted to switch his brain off for a while, he’d thought about going for a run but wasn’t sure you could actually call exercise a ‘break’. In the end he’d just started walking and decided to see where he ended up. He hadn’t intended for that to be a bar, but here he was - sinking his third pint and actually wishing that his brother was off hustling someone at pool.

He walked over to the bar, placing his now empty glass on the counter and indicating to the bar tender for another. He saw the other man seated there, who looked as if he’d been hitting the whisky about as hard as Sam had a couple of weeks ago. “You’ll regret it tomorrow.” Sam said, as the bar tender brought him his beer.

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cauterising
2019-08-18 09:10 am UTC (link)

Clint didn't quite turn his head, just taking a glance. He'd gauged who all had been in and who was coming in, even as his impulses started to get away from him, letting him get just a touch more inebriated than he really thought he'd want to get, but it was what it was. "Prob'ly." Ah, the country accent was already starting to come through, fuck it, might as well go for broke and finish the bottle.

"But that's a problem for tomorrow's me." It wasn't like Clint had been accused of making good decisions lately, that last five years (maybe even six) were just a slew of one bad decision after another. He just needed to accept that he should not be making his own decisions. "Today's me would like very much to be shitfaced."

Thank God he wasn't like Steve or Thor with those impossibly high alcohol tolerances. That would suck so much.

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devium_filius
2019-08-19 01:07 am UTC (link)

Sam couldn’t judge, he really couldn’t. Especially not after giving in to his knee jerk reaction to the hallucinations those things had made him see, namely sinking into a bottle of whisky. He’d let himself believe it was a coping strategy and it was fine as long as he got it out of his system. But the truth was he’d still been having nightmares, so his sleep was stunted at best. He hadn’t exactly hit the bottle again, but he’d be lying if he said the thought hadn’t crossed his mind.

He was pretty sure he could see a lot of how he’d been feeling in the other man at the bar, which was possibly why he had felt the need to say something. “I feel like future you is getting a raw end of the deal.” He said. “Especially since it kinda looks like today’s you might’ve already gotten what he wished for.”

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cauterising
2019-08-19 04:30 pm UTC (link)

"He's used to it," naturally, talking about himself in future, past and present tenses was weird, the only reason it was working was because of the half bottle of whisky that was heating his blood at this point. "I'll write him a thank you note." Clint would most certainly not.

Unless he got to the Russian vodka and then he might. Not that he'd be able to read it when he sobered up.

"This is not shit faced," Clint twisted a little to make out the giant of a man, "Jesus do you sleep in a grow bag or something? I'mma get a crick in my neck," what was with this world (any world) and tall people? Steve, Thor, Barnes, this dude. Height was so overrated. "But this, is just a little more inebriated than usual." In that he could get worse. "When I slip into other languages, that's when I'm nearing the face planting kind of drunk."

Which was close to what he wanted.

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devium_filius
2019-08-30 06:07 pm UTC (link)

Sam laughed softly and shook his head. “Yeah, I get that a lot.” He said before he took another drink. He could also relate to how frustrating a high alcohol tolerance could be when all you wanted to do was drink yourself into oblivion. It wasn’t like Sam was in the habit of drinking every day, like Dean sometimes did, but he drank regularly enough to make it hard work to get buzzed.

He turned a little to face towards the other man. “So, any particular reason you wanna get shitfaced or is this just your run of the mill, every day kind of shitfaced?”

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cauterising
2019-09-03 11:24 am UTC (link)

Because average height was not giant, Clint wasn't surprised that it wasn't unusual for people to comment on man mountain there.

But he had to consider why, today, he'd decided that he needed to get so drunk he forgot his own name. It honestly could've been just about anything, but it was probably the need to sleep and hoping that being inebriated would at least make him less likely to remember anything that resembled a nightmare. Throw in Wanda's memory wipe on being here and then not and then being here again, it rubbed something wrong in him.

Something like Natasha could vanish and remember nothing about this place, and show up again and have to go through it all over. Any number of things could happen. Memories were a touchy subject really.

"It's a day ending in Y." But Clint was rarely the kind to open up until he was at least three bottles of really good vodka or whisky in and he was slurring or changing languages. "An' the last time I used arrows in my stress relief people got all upset an' stuff."

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