Kate Bishop is practically an Avenger. (hawkeyetoo) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-02-28 14:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, kate bishop (hawkeye), tyler lockwood |
Who: Tyler Lockwood and Kate Bishop
When: Mid January
Where: Kate’s New Place
What: Putting together furniture and drinking
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete
Kate had moved into her new place, though it didn’t really look much like it. It was a fairly small one-bedroom apartment with minimal furniture, and the place was still loaded with boxes Kate didn’t have the energy to go through. She’d pretty much packed everything pell-mell. Things had felt a little rushed and more than a little emotional as she and Clint separated their lives. It was a lot to go through. Kate was surely going to need a drink (or seven) tonight, after even more unpacking and settling in. (She still had to find her linens. They were in one of these boxes, somewhere…)
She’d invited Tyler over for some beer and pizza, and help her make a couple of bookshelves. Then she’d have a place for some of this crap.
There was music playing in the living room, and Kate was in the kitchen trying her best not to eat all the pizza before Tyler even arrived. Lucky was laying on a dog blanket in the front hallway. He lazily climbed to his feet and started to bark at the door, signaling Kate to Tyler’s arrival. So she went to pull open the door and let her friend in. “Hey, Tyler. Come on in.”
“Hey,” Tyler said, grinning as Kate opened the door. Building furniture wasn’t necessarily what Tyler would call a fun afternoon, but if there was going to be beer, he couldn’t complain. And he did like spending time with Kate.
Tyler was dealing with his own break-up. It had been sudden, Blossom and her family leaving like that, and it left him feeling more hollow than he would have cared to admit. And so, apparently he was just helping all his friends move. First it had been helping Caroline unpack when her things had come back from New York, and now it was helping Kate.
Though he didn’t think that there was any part of this that would help get his mind of Blossom. At least they hadn’t been married. He didn’t want to think about how Kate was dealing with her divorce. He walked in through the front door, and took in the disaster scene in front of him.
“Hey,” he said. “I brought a little extra fortification in case we need it,” he said, holding out the bottle of rum that he’d brought along just in case. “How’re you doing?”
“Oh, we’ll need it.” Kate said, closing the door behind him. “Just so happens, I’ve got some Coke we can mix it with.” She accepted the bottle of rum with both hands and hugged it to her chest.
Lucky was all wagging tails and slobbery tongues, whining and scampering about like a dog who really wanted to jump up on the BESTFRIEND who’d just come through the door, but knowing he wasn’t supposed to. He finally gave a yelp, because he was desperate for Tyler’s attention.
Kate gave a little chuckle at the dog’s antics, and sighed. “I’m okay. I’m here. Life is moving forward.”
Tyler grinned, scratching the dog behind his ear. Dogs really had taken a liking to him ever since he’d become a werewolf. “I’m glad to hear it. But that’s really all we can do, huh? Move forward. And get drunk.”
Lucky was the kind of dog that would have taken a liking to him anyway. Because Lucky was that kind of dog. Anyway, the scratching behind his ear helped considerably. Lucky was going to stick his nose into this guy’s hand pretty much every time it was within reach.
“Emphasis on the get drunk part.” Kate said, smirking a sardonic smirk. She moved through the kitchen to get glasses and ice--two things she made sure she knew how to find, and started filling them with rum and coke. “And eat pizza.”
“Oh yeah, definite emphasis on the get drunk part. Did I mention that Blossom left too?” He took a seat while Kate poured the drinks. “So I guess tonight we’ll find out if misery really does love company.”
Kate turned to him, eyes wide. . “What!? No! You didn’t say anything. Why didn’t you tell me?” She asked, then moved over to wrap her arms around him in a hug. Because that’s what people did when their friends were hurting.
Tyler hugged her back, being careful to find the nice middleground in his strength between offering a firm presence and yet not hurting her. “You’ve been dealing with enough.” Needing to find a new place to live, deal with all the divorce things. He had beat himself up for so long about screwing up the first time he’d asked her to move in with him, but at least this wasn’t something he had to deal with now.
“Don’t be shy with the bottle either,” Tyler said. “I found this great liquor delivery service. We can order more like a pizza.” Okay, he’d compelled someone at the liquor store to do it when he called, but it was kind of the same thing.
It was the first time she’d been hugged in days. It felt really good, and she might have let it linger a bit. She pulled back and nodded. “I’m never too busy to help a friend, though. Just remember that about me, okay?” And she turned back to pour another glug of rum into each glass.
“Wait, you found an alcohol delivery service??” She broke into something of a conspiratory smile as she held a full glass out to him.
“I will,” he said, giving her back a comforting rub through her shirt before he pulled away.
He took his glass from her and knocked it into hers with a clink. “It might just be the greatest thing I’ve discovered,” he said. “I try not to take too much advantage of it, but I think tonight I can make an exception.”
Well, that was a nice and comforting thought. If they ran low, they could order some more. And no one had to get behind a wheel. Well, neither Kate nor Tyler would have to get in a car. “Hey, I’ll take advantage with you.” She gulped from the glass, then moved to the living room, motioning for him to come along with her.
“I don’t have much set up yet, but… I’ve got a sofa.” They could sit while they eat pizza and got drunk.
“A sofa’s all you need to get drunk and eat pizza,” Tyler said, following her. He took a seat on the edge of the sofa. “Though, I don’t know if it’s a good sign that we’re already taking a break from the unpacking,” he said, teasing a little.
Kate laughed softly. “I figure we need a drink first. Then we can try and read the funny Ikea directions with the funny pictures.” She gulped from her glass, then attacked the pizza box to steal a slice.
“Oh yeah, that way we can be drunk and confused,” Tyler laughed. Still, he wasn’t likely to get too drunk on this amount of liquor, and he had just built a desk not too long ago.
Tyler reached for a slice of pizza as well. It wasn’t nearly as good as it had been when he’d still been alive, but pizza was pretty good as a vampire.
“That’s the best way to be when you’re drunk.” Kate said around a bite of pizza. It was much better to be drunk and confused than it was to be drunk and… angry. Or drunk and horny. Or drunk and sad. She took another gulp from her glass and started to feel it warming her insides. She probably should have eaten more today
Lucky came over and jumped up onto the sofa between them.
Tyler scratched the hound behind the ears when he came to sit between them. Honestly, Tyler didn't mind the whole drunk and horny thing, though, as a hybrid, his sex drive was a higher than what it had been as a human, and even back then it had been pretty high.
“I’d take drunk and happy over drunk and confused any day,” Tyler grinned, finishing off his drink and pouring himself another. “But I guess that's not always possible. So. What happened?” he asked after a moment. Maybe it was a sore spot and maybe Kate didn't want to talk about It, but there was no harm in asking.
Kate chuckled. “Me, too. Maybe we’ll have a chance to do both today.” She gave him a smile, then turned her attention back to her drink while he asked. It was, indeed, a sore spot, but talking about it might actually help.
“Things hadn’t been working for a while now. You know? It just… started falling apart. And then it really fell apart.”
“I’m sorry, Kate,” Tyler said, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. “That sounds rough.” All the relationships that he’d had, both in real life and in the dreams, had fallen apart because of outside forces. He wasn’t really sure what it felt like to have a relationship fall apart from the inside, but he imagined it was worse.
“Hey, it’s okay. It’s all right.” Kate said, shaking her head a little. She gulped again from the glass, then gave him something of a smile. The hand on her shoulder felt good.
Lucky jumped down to the floor and went to curl up in his dog bed.
Tyler swallowed, suddenly feeling a little awkward, and then he poured himself another full glass of alcohol to knock back. “Alright,” he said, standing. “Let’s get this bookshelf built.”
Kate could feel the tension in the air, and she didn’t like that part. She was very much looking for not!tension. When he poured himself a drink and stood, she felt relief. A smile spread on her lips. “That’s what I’m talking about. It’s over there… behind those boxes.” All of Kate’s books were in boxes under the window. There was an Ikea box behind them, waiting to be opened and assembled.
She let him go inspect while she poured herself another drink, a little heavy handed on the booze.
Tyler headed over to the box, looking over his shoulder to make sure that Kate wasn’t watching, and then guzzled back a hefty swig of the liquor in the bottle. He did intend to get drunk tonight, but it was hard when he was around humans who didn’t know that he was a vampire. It meant needing to drink more than what they noticed.
He was starting to feel it a little, that nice buzz in the back of his brain, and it was good. He opened up the box effortlessly, and then looked for the instructions.
Kate didn’t notice. She was already heading down the road from tipsy to drunk. She followed after him, blinking in surprise when he moved and opened the box. That thing weighed a ton. “Jeez, Tyler. Strong much?” She gave him a grin, and put on her best Paris Hilton voice. “You must work out.”
Tyler grinned cheekily and flexed his arm, even rolling up her sleeve for her. “You bet I do,” he said, which, well, wasn’t exactly a lie. He used to work out, back before he’d become a hybrid, and even now he tended to keep pretty active with his job as a personal trainer. But it wasn’t like any of that was really a workout anymore.