st_ormbreaker | 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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"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.

Wish you were beer

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