[ Bucky immediately regrets it when he realizes that now he's going to have to drink more of it. He can keep it down, he's sure, but that doesn't make it any more enjoyable.
His face twitches in disgust before he's even got it in smelling range and it only goes downhill from there. It smells like it was brewed in a prison toilet and not a clean one. ]
Right, so I'll just--
[ He brings it to his lips and knocks his head back, shuddering at the aftertaste as it hits him. The glass is slammed down on the bar as he ducks his head, eyes clenched shut.
Peter will be very quietly (very hurriedly) mixing up the last few bits of his other drink and gulping down a mouthful to wash out the taste of that purple shit. It takes away the worst of it, but not all of it, and Peter lets his tongue loll out briefly with disgust. ]
Okay, then.
[ He plucks up the bottle of the awful alcohol and sets it very, very, very far away from the two of them. ]
[ And he's just going to take a healthy gulp of his drink to try to wash that taste out. It kind of succeeds and he leans on the bar again, looking at Peter like live they've just been through a warzone together.
A moment late, he breaks into a laugh, wiping his mouth with the back of his right arm. ]
Oh, fuck me. That was disgusting.
[ Still laughing, he slaps Peter's shoulder. ]
What do I have to do to get you to drink more of it?
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His face twitches in disgust before he's even got it in smelling range and it only goes downhill from there. It smells like it was brewed in a prison toilet and not a clean one. ]
Right, so I'll just--
[ He brings it to his lips and knocks his head back, shuddering at the aftertaste as it hits him. The glass is slammed down on the bar as he ducks his head, eyes clenched shut.
When he straightens up, his neck twitches. ]
I've had worse.
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[ Still with that strained delivery.
Peter will be very quietly (very hurriedly) mixing up the last few bits of his other drink and gulping down a mouthful to wash out the taste of that purple shit. It takes away the worst of it, but not all of it, and Peter lets his tongue loll out briefly with disgust. ]
Okay, then.
[ He plucks up the bottle of the awful alcohol and sets it very, very, very far away from the two of them. ]
Just gonna leave this one over here.
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[ And he's just going to take a healthy gulp of his drink to try to wash that taste out. It kind of succeeds and he leans on the bar again, looking at Peter like live they've just been through a warzone together.
A moment late, he breaks into a laugh, wiping his mouth with the back of his right arm. ]
Oh, fuck me. That was disgusting.
[ Still laughing, he slaps Peter's shoulder. ]
What do I have to do to get you to drink more of it?
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Seriously? I almost died trying that stuff, and you’re askin’ me to drink more?
[ But there’s a telltale pause as he sips from his glass. Then, ]
I dunno. Make me an offer.