After his mun's night of drinking...

[tasteslikecoconut]

Wow, look at you, aren't you a champ. Holding down that... two shots and - was that a mixed drink with orange juice? Right, yeah. I'll just be over here slow clapping for all your achievements.

And by clapping I mean laughing.

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[definingfuture]

Well, that's encouraging.

Why do they put up with you again?

[tasteslikecoconut]

Oh hey, spoilsport. You are exactly the person I didn't want to see. But now that you're here, you think she could have done better? Maybe with some whiskey on the rocks, or perhaps a whole fifth. Wait no, that's more your style, right?

[knowsbetter]

How delightfully ironic.

[tasteslikecoconut]

Hey Anthony, you dragged in the Man in the Iron Mask, only I really doubt this guy is as good looking as Leonardo DiCaprio.

[definingfuture]

I consider it fulfilling an obligation. Any little thing that can dampen your day.

[There. Now he's said what you expected to hear. Duties done.]

I'd say that it's yours. My style is a little closer to poisoning. Since you really want to compare.

[definingfuture]

Shut up. Both of you. Shut up.

[tasteslikecoconut]

But come on, his voice is so timbre and sweet I just want to hear him whisper sweet nothings in my ear all night long.

[definingfuture]

You realize this is your fault, right?

[tasteslikecoconut]

Last I checked hot stuff, you were the one that commented here and then he showed up. So. In essence? Your fault.

[definingfuture]

I wouldn't have said anything if you weren't instigating, sweetheart.

[beguilement]

Oh, now, not everyone needs to consume themselves into utter stupidity. You do enough for half the population, certainly.

[tasteslikecoconut]

Aww, aren't you so sweet. I love dampeners of the punch-you-in-the-face-for-no-reason variety.

[Because bringing up Steve is totally no reason, yep.]

Same thing in the grand scheme of things, isn't it?

[tasteslikecoconut]

Congratulating, babycakes. There's a difference.

[tasteslikecoconut]

Only half? I should get on that. I bet I could hook at least three-quarters by the end of march.

[starspangledheart]

Not everyone likes to give their liver as much of a workout as you do, Tony.

[beguilement]

And this is something you're proud of?

[tasteslikecoconut]

Somehow this thing turned into a 'let's gang up on Tony's personal problems' gig. I happen to think my liver is perfectly up to the challenges of daily life with Tony Stark.

[definingfuture]

That's a matter of opinion. And, no, yours doesn't count.

They are about the same as innocent remarks are to asking for a punch in the face, so I'll let you figure that one out.

[definingfuture]

You're instigating. And you don't have to take losing out on your mun.

[tasteslikecoconut]

Why, you're just full of zingers today, Mr. Stark. Don't let that bitter hatred for yourself hit you on the way out.

[tasteslikecoconut]

Yep.

[Not really but hey, you're Loki you'll never get good answers out of him since you turned down his drink offer.]

[starspangledheart]

I'm not "ganging up." I just don't think you should judge your mun for not drinking as much as other people.

[look, maybe steve's just jealous okay?]

[tasteslikecoconut]

You think that's what this is about? You get in a lucky punch one time ages ago and oh right, I'm still hung up about that aren't I. You can take your sad baby blues elsewhere.

[tasteslikecoconut]

Oh okay. Well then. I'll be sure to alter my state of being to suit your ideals mmm.... maybe tomorrow? I don't know, I have a busy schedule to keep.

[Yeah not being able to get so wasted you get in a suit and make a fool of yourself is a terrible, terrible thing. His mun apologizes for him being an utter dick by the way.]

[definingfuture]

Fine by me.

[No. No, don't take the easy out here.]

Look, I think you should give them some slack. It's not a bad thing they aren't throwing a party.