one tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor-

[preceded]

WHO: Dick Grayson, Diana Prince, Loki & Thor Odinson, Jason Todd
WHERE: Their PRESERVE dorm room
WHEN: Shortly after the Arrival log
WHAT: Two tired adults decided to take (1) night off with their boozy roommate and invite everyone's favourite troublemakers.
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Everyone gets drunk and there's a dramatic reading of Loki's erotica novels. So you know- peruse with caution.



[It's not the first thing he would have thought of doing, after all the new arrivals had settled in, and they all had a moment to breathe. To sort out the things they remembered- from a skewed version of their waking world, and the raw feeling of being exposed to others without their express permission. But he can't deny that he's grateful for it either. Thor makes for a jovial presence, his personality as large and imposing as his figure- and the more he's there, brandishing more than his fair share of wine bottles, the less space in which he has to think.

About the dreamscapes, about the snap of a rope, about a hallway that extended far too long. Doesn't have to think of the spectres that had stumbled over themselves to talk of their guilt, their own self made destruction. Doesn't have to think of how another member of his extended family, counted by sheer number of years and affection with which he's regarded her- doesn't know him. Like Jason doesn't know this version of him, and Bruce didn't. And Damian doesn't. That the people who did- Stephanie and Kara, are long gone. About how divided they've been and all the trouble that's caused them.

Instead, he thinks about the swing of his legs, over the top of his bed, seated beside his younger brother in a lack of available room in the small dorm for all of them, to a tune that he counts out in his head, to clutter up all that silence with something good and leans forward to take a proffered bottle of wine. It's not what he's here for, really- whether or not he'd actually volunteered- but just for tonight, he figures he can afford to take the night off. To sit back, enjoy company- and slowly regroup and piece himself back together. He thinks they all could.

A moment after he takes it, he pops the cork on it before taking a swig and passing it down]

So...Anyone know any good drinking games?

[[ ooc: make your own top levels, mingle with whoever, go nuts, etc ]]

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i expect chaos

[ofmyth]

I know of one played my mortals on Earth. I make a statement of something I've not done and if you have done so, you take a drink.

[thor everyone knows how to play never have i ever, get on with it]

Never have I ever drank a drink I did not enjoy.

good

[monomachy]

[Piecing herself together is one way to put it. Another way is trying to get her mind to slow down enough to work through everything that's happened to her over the past day or so. It isn't that Diana isn't used to surprises--she's always surprised by things. It's just that they'd all come one right after another, and had all had the same tone:

I know you, but you don't know me.

The onslaught of jolting revelations paired with the dimming of her powers has left her, perhaps understandably, wanting a break. In a hundred years, that is something Diana has rarely wanted for herself. But this particular set of circumstances certainly calls for it.

So she lets the others crowd into their already cramped room. Lets Thor bring a questionable number of wine bottles and scatter them about within easy reach. Lets herself take one and pour herself a generous glass of wine. Sips on it, not expecting much--until a warmth she hasn't experienced in a century starts to settle into her limbs, her chest. Surprise sparks behind her eyes, but it's good to know where her limits lie now. Imperative, actually.

Drinking games--she remembers the last time she played one, long ago on Themyscira. But she doesn't let her heart break to think of it. Instead, she smiles, raises her glass and takes a sip.]

I have had some thoroughly unenjoyable liquors in my life.

[A beat, and she continues the game:]

Never have I ever been hungover.

[ofmyth]

[ d r i n k s ]

Never, hm? You may soon.

[monomachy]

[She flashes a grin, and raises her cup in a mock toast.]

I highly doubt that. I'm made of some pretty tough stuff.

[ofmyth]

[he holds his beer bottle out to her, matching the salute]

You look to be. [It's a compliment]

[monomachy]

[She takes it as one, inclining her head slightly.]

I believe it's someone else's turn now.

[preceded]

You know, I'm not sure I want to play this game?

[It's wry, and wholly amused. Because all he's heard so far is- the humans are going to get drunk first. Almost embarrassingly quickly- but, unwinding was sort of the point, isn't it?

So first, he takes two drinks in quick succession. He's had drinks he's hated the taste of, or learned to hate from over exposure, thank you Wayne galas, and he's been hungover before he's learned to assess his limits. There's a beat then, as he thinks and runs through his memories of legends-

And because he can't come for Diana so obviously, he's going for the cheap shots- sorry Thor]

Never have I ever held power over storms.

[ofmyth]

[thor laughs easily and drinks]

[selfimage]

[ there's a bottle that Loki's using to fill up a cup, and a brow lifted at Thor's words.

he doesn't look up, but he does respond as he tips the bottle back in its upright position. ]

Never have I ever carried Mjolnir.

[ sorry Thor, you're going to lose at your own game. ]

[ofmyth]

[Thor laughs as he drinks. If that's how Loki's going to play--]

Never have I ever worn a helmet with horns so long I was in danger of impaling myself if I tripped.

[selfimage]

[ LOOK this is what happens when you're a god, friend. you have experiences no one else has and Loki's going to captalize on that. ]

Well, you were drunk that one time. Have you forgotten? You wrangled them from my head, hardly cordinated.

[ is he lying or telling the truth. his lips are hovering just above the edge of the drink. ]

[ofmyth]

That hardly sounds like me, brother. Drunk one time.

[ go on, drink. he's not admitting to anything ]

[selfimage]

Of all the other times.

[ he says hotly, but he drinks anyway, if not somewhat grudgingly. he doesn't like to lose, especially not to Thor, but there's a sort of affection in this that he can't deny.

it's not so bad. ]

Never have I ever been trusted by Captain America.

[ HE CAN GO On just try him. ]

[ofmyth]

[Thor is entirely ready to take this as far as it can be taken, grinning at his brother. Before he even drinks he responds pointedly:] Never have I ever been distrusted by him.

[selfimage]

I find it hard to believe that you haven't had your moments of doubt.

[ but he's drinking anyway, even if he looks dubious about it. ]

[ofmyth]

Nay. He's one man I've never had cause to doubt. He's one I'd be glad to see here.

[ is his crush showing yet ]

Open

[selfimage]

[ Loki had met Diana earlier, and one of the first things she had mentioned was Gotham. he knew that she was somehow tangentially related to the little flight of bat-birds that were flittering around New Amsterdam, but there were still a few connections to make.

it's Thor who finds Diana second, as well as Dick, and Loki is not surprised. he is, however, mildly surprised to receive a drinking invitation. there's not much to do, so to truly become the life of the party, he ushers Jason along. despite the issues that Jason and Dick have had in the past, Dick is still his brother, and if worse comes to worse, Thor is there. he knows Thor likes Jason. ]

Isn't there some sort of Pong with Ale that the Midgardians are so fond of?

[ that's beer pong, Loki. ]

For erotic novel readings:

[ when they're good into their cups, Loki gives a little hiccup and then leans in to Jason's shoulder. he has to steady himself against him so he doesn't fall forward. ]

You know what would be fun?

[reneger]

( thor's here, and diana's here, and maybe he's busy having a bitch fight with dick right now but when aren't they, really? whatever. if they start screaming at each other (again), he's sure someone'll jump in and stop them from scratching out eyes or some stupid shit. )

Beer pong. 's okay, but a lot of effort if all you're wanting to do is just get drunk.

( also they'd need a lot more cups. and space. and they have neither of those things. )

We can always pretend to play, then drink like we're losing.

[selfimage]

[ there's some amusement in his voice. ]

Isn't that just beer and balls? [ someone had to break in the first dick joke. ] It sounds like we can do that without the effort.

[ there's a drink in his hand that gets steadily swished in a circular motion. it's lazy, but an indication that Loki is having a hard time sitting still, albeit subtly. ]

It sounds counterintuitive that the winner would stay sober, anyway.

[reneger]

( loki doesn't sit still. jason's already figured that one out. his eyes move down to the drink, before he's moving a hand to take it from him. there's no drink in his hand and clearly that needs to be resolved--even if it's by stealing loki's own. )

You should save some of those jokes for Dick, he loves them. ( does he. does he really, or is jason being a shit? )

We don't have the room for it, so we'll have to settle on good old fashioned getting drunk.

[selfimage]

[ he doesn't, but he does a good job at looking like he can. Loki has a decent elegance to him, sometimes feigned, sometimes not. right now it's definitely feigned. ]

I'll be certain to insert my Dick jokes appropriately. [ oh, he looks proud of that one ... or two, maybe? three? whoever heard of an appropriate dick joke. ] I wouldn't want to kill the fun boner, after all.

[ he drinks, and raises an eyebrow at Jason that says beat that. ]

[reneger]

( an elbow gets shoved into loki's side; it's not particularly gentle but jason's not being rough with him either. and moments after, he's wrapping fingers around loki's glass, trying to take it from him. )

You're already killing it.

[selfimage]

Ooch!

[ ok, so that didn't hurt at all, but Loki has to be a drama llama about it. he pushes a flat palm against his shoulder, as if they were children in the back seat of a car. with his other hand, he keeps his fingers around his glass. ]

This is quality comedy.

[reneger]

Share, Lo. Sharing is caring.

( see he'd comment on loki's terrible dick jokes but now he's focused on trying to steal his goddamn glass.

this is why they're not allowed to hang out in public together. )

[selfimage]

[ every single time.

there's a tug at the glass, but he doesn't drag it from Jason's grip. there's a little push and pull. ]

A little please might warm me up.

[reneger]

( there's a quick glance around, making sure no one's looking directly towards them before jason's--leaning back a little, tilting his chin up and dragging his tongue across his upper lip.

sultry, with a purpose. )

Loki.

[selfimage]

[ he rests his elbow on his thigh, and his chin on his hand. bright eyes fall half lidded and a smile curls up at the edges of his lips. ]

Jay.

[ that's a nice look. ]

[reneger]

( how does everything always come back to this with them. )

Share.

( voice low, barely more than a whisker but his expression doesn't change. )

[selfimage]

[ that seems to work, and Loki is keenly aware of how it's working. his grip loosens, and he lets Jason take his cup to share, there's a little hum in his voice of satisfaction. ]

Sharing.

[ but he made you work for it. ]

[reneger]

Thanks.

( he says, and raises the glass to his lips before tilting his head back and downing all of it. he worked hard to snag loki's booze, may as well steal it all. )

[selfimage]

[ there's a raise of his brow, but it's hard to tell if he's impressed with Jason's boldness, or if he's impressed with the way that he downs the drink in one gulp. ]

Are you going to refill that for me, or just stare into its empty depths?

[reneger]

( there's a moment's pause, before jason--holds out the glass to loki, offers it back over. )

All yours, babe.

( he's done now, loki can have the glass back. thanks for the drink. )

[selfimage]

[ Loki nabs it in a sudden flick of his wrist, holds it up to his eye and peers at Jason through it as if it were a looking glass. ]

Is this how you leave me? Thirsty and with an empty cup? For shame, you'll have to deal with me sober until the glass is filled!

[ the words drip from his lips. he knows you're being a brat, Jason. ]

[reneger]

( that's his secret, jason's always being a brat. he snickers when loki starts acting dramatic, bumps a shoulder against loki's own before he's leaning his weight against him. )

One glass ain't gonna do shit for you anyway. ( teasing, before jason fucking. burps. gross. )

[selfimage]

But it's leaving me awfully unsatisfied, is that what you mean to do?

[ Jason leans against him and Loki remains steady, bringing the glass down to shake it to press that there's nothing in it.

also thank you is that a burp for him? he loves it. ]

[reneger]

Maybe it is.

( that burp is definitely for loki, and he's very welcome. jason takes another look at the glass, and looks back to loki. rolls his eyes with a longwinded sigh and gets himself up to his feet. reaches back for loki's cup. )

Hand it over.

[selfimage]

[ Loki leans his cheek on his palm, and his elbow on his knee. he holds the rim of the cup between two dark nails, wiggles it, and then hands it over when Jason reaches for it. ]

I'm leaving my satisfaction in your capable hands.

hell yeah these novels-

[preceded]

No.

[It's immediate. Not because he doesn't, in fact, know what would be fun. While he takes his job seriously and has a hard time turning it off- having a moment to unwind, to relish in the fun things- had always come easier than some of the other bats he could name.

It's that he doesn't trust anything Loki would consider a good time]

Whatever it is- no.

[selfimage]

Oh, come on—don't kill the fun boner.

[ you're so serious, Dick! and this is fun time! they're having fun. ]

I promise you won't regret it.

[ so that doesn't actually sound to promising, despite how convincing Loki tends to be. there is something saying that he won't let this go, even if Dick rejects the proposal again. ]