[ Peter is definitely pouring out a second glass for his new best friend – nothing insane, obviously, just the same amount he poured for himself. He slides it over to Bucky, as he lifts his glass, tipping it toward him almost in toast. ]
Bottom's up.
[ Aaand Peter figures that whatever the hell this stuff is – and it smells awful by the way – can't be any worse than some of the shit he's had out in some of the shadiest, dive stations out in space. He's pretty sure he chugged down something brewed specifically for cleaning engines, at some point, and took at least a case of it back to his ship, once.
So this shouldn't be anything new. He offers the contents of his glass one last dubious look before he slams it back—
—and immediately regrets it. To his credit, he does keep it down, but only barely, and once he swallows it, he coughs and gags into the crook of his arm, eyes watering.
Once the fit passes, he offers up a strangled, ]
... Not bad.
[ in a voice that's at least two octaves too high. ]
bucky;
Well, in that case—
[ Peter is definitely pouring out a second glass for his new best friend – nothing insane, obviously, just the same amount he poured for himself. He slides it over to Bucky, as he lifts his glass, tipping it toward him almost in toast. ]
Bottom's up.
[ Aaand Peter figures that whatever the hell this stuff is – and it smells awful by the way – can't be any worse than some of the shit he's had out in some of the shadiest, dive stations out in space. He's pretty sure he chugged down something brewed specifically for cleaning engines, at some point, and took at least a case of it back to his ship, once.
So this shouldn't be anything new. He offers the contents of his glass one last dubious look before he slams it back—
—and immediately regrets it. To his credit, he does keep it down, but only barely, and once he swallows it, he coughs and gags into the crook of his arm, eyes watering.
Once the fit passes, he offers up a strangled, ]
... Not bad.
[ in a voice that's at least two octaves too high. ]