InsaneJournal

Who: Steve and Tony (Pepper's Tony)
What: Talking
Where: Couch! In Tony's home
When: Saturday



Pepper had gotten a very drunk Steve as far as the couch the previous night before the man had passed out cold. It wasn't until near noon on Saturday that he even stirred, groaning in obvious pain as he felt what could have very well been an ice pick smashing through his skull. Sitting up - and almost instantly regretting it - he groaned again and buried his face in his hands.

That, he remembered, was why he didn't like to get drunk.

Heaving out a little sigh he tried to catch his thoughts that kept evading and getting away from him. Which really? Was annoying as hell. What were his thoughts thinking, just running away like that? Steve whined.