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Wish you were beer

Thor and Quill had agreed to a drink competition back in June (or was it July? Thor can't quite remember now), but by happenstance, the portal opened and both were in separate parts of Europe on the day they had agreed to commence the challenge. Thor had reached out to Quill and they rescheduled their postponed drinking competition for tonight.

Thor pregamed before he showed up at the bar, and he was only just now beginning to feel a buzz. He stood behind the bar, making drinks for the both of them. The choice was deliberate; he started serving Quill watered-down beers about an hour in. It was three hours into their little competition in which the two of them had shared many, many stories that Thor finally asked him.

"So what happened after you left Knowhere?" he asks, twirling a finger idly. "You ended up on Titan, right? And Thanos showed up? And you had this plan? How did you -- how did you know that Thanos was going to be there?"

Thor knocks back another drink before Quill can give him an answer.

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"Did I mention Gamora's sister? I think I mentioned Gamora's sister." He said, eyeing his drink. "Nebula's pretty intense and sometimes I'm pretty sure she's capable of just stabbing you in the back without a second thought, but she contacted us. She said Thanos was taking Gamora to Titan."

While Quill eyes his drink, Thor finishes off his. Once he sets down his glass, he reaches for the little notebook they're using to keep track of their drinks, then draws another little hatch mark below his name in Sharpie.

"Why would he have taken her there, though?" He closes the notebook and sets the Sharpie down on top of it before he begins fixing himself another drink.

When Thor marks off his drink, it propels Quill to take a drink of his own. He chugs the half-filled glass and burps when its finished. He paused as if he was considering another, deeper burp, but nothing produced. He stubbornly motioned for another.

"I don't know." He said with sarcasm. "Do I look like a big ugly purple ball-sack for a chin alien?"

Quill paused. Wait. No, there's something He squinted as he tried to remember.

"He lives there." He said. "I think that's Thanos' home or... something. Yeah, it was his home. He was telling the Doctor dude some bad guy monologue before I showed up here."

Thor sets his own drink back on the bar, then starts making Quill another watered-down drink.

"Dr. Strange, yes," Thor says. "We met on Earth a few weeks before I met you."

Thor sets Quill's drink down on the table and pushes it towards him.

"What was your plan for him, anyway?" he asks. "You said he had four of the Infinity Stones when he showed up there, correct?"

"Yeah," He said, taking the drink. "He wanted the time one that Strange had on him. Dude carries it around his neck."

Quill gestured to where the necklace hung. He sipped the alcohol. He had to pause to remember what they were talking about.

"uhh.. oh!" he continued. "Right. So we planned to attack him from all angles at once. Spider-Man, Iron Man, Stange, Me, Drax, and Mantis. Then Mantis would put her hoodoo on her and BAM, Thanos would fall asleep and we get the gaunlet. Easy peasy."

Thor has to admit that it sounds like a good enough plan; he doesn't know much about most of their abilities, but he knows at least that Quill, Spider-Man and Iron Man are all capable fighters. He could see how Strange's abilities might be helpful in combat as well.

Regardless, they had still lost.

"Did you know where he found the Soul Stone? It's the only one whose location I have never known."

Thor downs a significant amount of his beverage.

He eyed Thor.

"Why do you even care?" He said. "I mean, it's not like he's going to keep them for long. You can have it when we beat Thanos if you really want. Though, you know, good job leaving one with that idiot Collector."

He got distracted by Thor's drink and went to down as much as he could in one gulp. It was not as much as Thor's attempt.

"I plan on destroying them," Thor informs him. Then, as if to challenge Quill after that insult, he downs the rest of his drink, marks himself for another drink in the notebook, and starts to fill himself another.

"Leaving the Reality Stone with the Collector was a deliberate choice. He keeps the stone safely sequestered away with the rest of his collection and searches for the stones I could not find."

He takes a gulp of his drink, then sets it back down.

"He's obsessive when it comes to his collection. Give him one of anything and he'll try to complete the set. I believe he was in the process of collecting another when his plans were disrupted."

Thor eyes Quill has he continues sucking down his drink.

He stared at Thor while Thor downed his drink. He felt a surge of competitiveness and he picked up his glass. Quill's drinking of the rest of the drink was not as impressive. He drank it, but it was slow and labored. When he finished, the glass clunked heavy on the counter-top. He looked at Thor. See? I can drink as good as a god too

"Yeah, well, he's dead now." Quill said, then burped. I should have eaten something before we started this "Anyways, I don't know. He just showed up with it on his hand. Must have gotten it sometime after taking Gamora."

He paused.

"Gamora knew where it was." He said.

Quill's expression darkened quietly as he looked at his empty glass.

Thor knows what Quill is feelings. He knows because he's felt it as well. It was something he was always, always trying to keep at bay. He'd mostly managed it by keeping himself as preoccupied as best as he could, but there were occasionally moments where those thoughts threatened to pull him under. Tony and his brother sometimes managed to drag him up to the surface, whether they knew it or not. Thor wasn't entirely sure at this point if Quill had any such person in his life, let alone two.

Thor stretches across the bar and tousles Quill's hair affectionately. It's the same sort of annoying thing he did whenever he wanted to agitate his brother out of one of his brooding moments.

"You're going to beat Thanos with your plan," he says. "And then I'll help you find Gamora."

Lies rarely came easily to Thor; unlike his brother, he was a terrible liar. He always wore his heart on his sleeve. But Thor found these words were so easy to spit out that it even surprised him.

"Damn straight." He said after a moment.

He sat up more, spurred by Thor's words. He was too drunk to realize he should fend off the hair tousle.

"Damn straight." He repeated. "And this time I really am going to convince Gamora to learn to dance moves to Thriller."

"Sounds like a plan," Thor says though he has no idea what Quill is talking about. He pours Quill another watered-down drink, and then pours himself another as well. He opens up their little notebook and updates the drink totals with more little hatch marks.

"You know," he says, pushing the still-opened notebook over to Quill. "You've already drank quite a lot."

He taps a finger against the page he's been noting for Quill's beverage count. He may have added more than a few extra hatch marks. "You sure you don't want to call it quits?"

He narrowed his eyes to Thor.

"Do you want to call it quits?" He asked. "I'm fine. I feel fine. I feel great. Did I mention I feel fine?"

"I feel fine as well," Thor says. Somehow, even knowing he's winning isn't enough; Thor needs to see Quill give in. Perhaps his attempt to bolster the other man's ego with watered-down drinks and a few extra drinks added to his count only galvanized his resolve.

Thor takes yet another long swallow, then sets the drink down.

Quill looked at him like he was trying to look through Thor. He has to be bluffing. He has to be almost done. I just need to outlast him a bit longer.

"You know, there's no shame in giving in." He said as he takes another pull of his drink.

He paused with some liquid still in his mouth. Swallow, dammit. Quill forced himself to swallow.

"I mean, if you're not feeling it anymore," He continued. "it's totally fine. Super fine, even."

Quill paused again.

"Did I mention Gamora's sister Nebula?" He repeated.

He did not look so good. His eyes were ever-so-slightly drooping.

Thor wordlessly finishes off his drink, eyeing Quill. He's probably about to go down soon, so now was probably the time to finish him off as well.

"You mentioned her, yes."

Thor fills his glass again and downs it all in one go, his Adam's apple bobbing with every sip. "Adopted, right?"

He sets the glass down again with an audible sound, then fills it up yet again.

"I think your girlfriend and I share a few things in common."

Quill laughed.

"Don't be silly," he said, oblivious. "You're skin isn't green and you don't look as hot in leather. I mean, you pull it off okay, but Gamora..."

He shook his head. He missed Gamora a lot.

"Wait, did you just?" Quill said suspiciously.

No way I'm losing to this dude

Quill downed the drink he had with some trouble and then burped loudly when it was completely.

"You used to have long hair, right?" Quill said with a slur. "Gamora has long hair. It's nice and black and silky and she'll punch you in the face if you touch it."

He blinked slowly. What was I talking about? He looked at his empty glass. Empty Quill laborously reached to refill his glass. When it was full, it stared at the contents.

"She doesn't think we can beat Thanos," He said quietly. "But I can't let him win. Too many people..."

Quill trailed off as his head suddenly felt heavy. He was close enough to his glass that when his head lowered, he was somehow able to land on forehead perfectly on his glass. His head remained perched on the glass. It would create a dent in his skin that would last many hours.

I can't let him win. Too many people...

Thor feels his chest constrict suddenly, painfully. He looks over at Quill and then back at the few libations still on display behind the bar.

He pops one bottle open, drinks, then settles the bottle on the table. Before long, a small army of bottles lined up like soldiers sit on the bar, flanking Quill from either side.

Thor watches Quill as he finishes off what he decides will be his last bottle. He feels warm and content, like someone is holding him even though there's no one in the bar but him and Quill and the army of bottles and the notebook and pen stuck between them.

Thor gives Quill a little shove on the shoulder. When he doesn't respond, Thor grabs three bottles and stuffs them beneath one arm, then rounds the bar to the other side.

He hefts Quill's body over his shoulder with a single arm in a fireman's carry, and though his own legs are feeling unsteady at the moment, he somehow manages to remain upright.

It takes Thor far longer to get up to Quill's room than it normally would, and one of the bottles (the absinthe) nearly slips out twice and he just barely manages to re-secure it before it falls. He lays Quill out on the bed, then sits down beside it. He watches Quill, feeling responsible for the other man, somehow.

Thor stays in the room long enough to finish the three bottles. When he finally stands again, he rises up so fast that he's sure he's going to fall down.

Thor shoves Quill onto his side, runs an affectionate hand over his hair, then heads for the door.

He's pretty sure he left something to drink in Loki's room.

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