[Sam eyes the stairs for a moment, then looks back up at Steve. His head's clearer now than it had been when he'd first (accidentally) sent that message he hadn't seriously considered sending, but he's still not sure if he's ready to clear this particular hurdle on his own.
That large hand on his shoulder is comforting at least, a reminder that even when he goes and does something stupid (like getting drunk while alone), Steve's still got his back.]
I might need to lean on you a couple of times on the way up, but I don't think I'll die or anything.
[Sam's comment about maybe leaning on him, but not die made Steve smile wider. Honestly, Sam, he's rather attached to the idea of you. Even drunk, you're pretty fantastic.]
[Steve just shook his head, grinning now as he headed for the steps and the front door of the apartment complex. He stays at the others side, making sure the first few steps are manageable, then gets the door, leading them into the small lobby of his apartment, his mail box on a wall that just said S. Rogers. He liked the simple things like his place.]
Why were you drinking alone, anyhow? [Okay bud, time to hike a few flights of stairs. You can do it.]
[He likes you a lot, too, Steve. It's why he's risking his neck climbing these steps for you. Wobbly or not, he manages it somehow and follows Steve obediently through the lobby.
Thank goodness the alcohol's still keeping things fuzzy for him right now - Sam's thought processes aren't quite coherent enough for him to get mortified by his current lack of dignity.
Eyeing the stairs with some trepidation, he still gamely works his way up.]
Just thought I'd go out for a couple of beers, you know? Only they had some new local brews on tap, and things kind of got away from me.
[And before he knew it, he'd sent that embarrassing sort-of-confession to Steve by text.]
Its okay! I took just as long getting back to you!
[Going up the steps, Steve looped an arm around the mans back, steadying him and walking beside him. He thought nothing of it, other then lending a strong arm to lean on.]
A couple lead to a dozen, I take it? [he smirked side long at the other, then shook his head, no disappointed, but amused.]
So, who were you trying to text, because if it's Natasha, I'd love to return her the service of hooking her up with someone. [over, and over, and over again. Just like she keeps doing with him...]
[Sam's definitely grateful for the arm around him when he stumbles just as Steve's teasing him, clinging to him to avoid toppling down the steps. If he lets out an undignified yelp, well. Steve's hopefully nice enough to ignore that.
He answers once he's right way up again.]
Not quite that many. I promise I at least managed to keep the number down to single digits. And nope, not Natasha.
[That's all he'll say about it unless prodded more, but maybe it's time for a change in topic.]
[[and then the mun was gone for a week and a half, whoops. Oh, and yeah, we've RPed before, see? *hides*]]
[Steve ignored the possible yelp he heard (and pretended not to hear) as he helped the other along. Poor Sam. Strong arm around his back to help him.]
Single digits isn't too bad. [he agreed with his most somber nod. Someday's he wished he could drink like Sam could and feel it.]
[And you can topic change again, but he will prod again later... mostly because he's... curious who Sam might have eyes for.]
I was thinking of hitting the 90's tonight. Ah, on my list I have Pulp Fiction, Fargo, Forest Gump, Fight Club, Silence of the Lambs and... ah, Toy Story. Haven't seen any of them yet. Got a preference?
[ He's grateful that Steve seems to drop the subject. It's not exactly a secret he's comfortable sharing just yet (because he's not sure how Steve would take the news), but maybe he'll muster the confidence for it one day. ]
Toy Story sounds good. Fun and lighthearted's totally the way to go tonight, I think.
[ Especially since all he really wants to do for the rest of the evening is to crash on Steve's couch ans sit next to him watching movies. (It's probably the closest to being able to cuddle up to the man that he'll be able to get.) He's still feeling a bit tipsy from the alcohol, and the sooner he's able to sit down, the better. It's honestly a relief when they finally reach the apartment, though Sam had enjoyed having an excuse to lean into Steve's space. ]
All of those are pretty good choices though - anyone recommended them to you, or did you just find those off the internet? [ He's curious since he knows Steve's been working on becoming more tech-savvy lately. ]
[Dropped for now. He might still be curious. You know, if he has someone he's interested in and all. Might be... nice... to know. Yeah.]
Toy Story it is.
[Pushing the apartment door open he let the other in first, closing it behind them and giving the other a light hand to the shoulder pat.] Make yourself at home. And, ah, the Internet. [he confessed, yes, having gotten a lot better at playing around on the internet. It wasn't so 'amazing' to him now, but it still held a lot of interesting things to look over and search.] Something about the top ten influential movies of the nineties.
[he ducked into the kitchen to grab two cold bottles of water and came back, holding one out to the other.] You might need this. [and with a smirk, tipped his head towards the living room]
[ Steve should be grateful Sam hasn't gotten all out drunk just yet, or it'd be pretty clear just who he's interested in. He nods, managing to get across the threshold and into the apartment without stumbling somehow, accepting the pat to his shoulder as an acknowledgment of this accomplishment. ]
The Internet is great for that kind of thing, but just be careful not to read the comments section on most pages. Trolls usually hang out there.
[ He eyes the couch longingly as Steve vanishes in the kitchen to resurface with some water. Taking the offered bottle, he takes that as a cue to sprawl out on the couch cushions. ]
Thanks, man.
[ He grimaces as he attempts to open his bottle of water. Really, he hadn't had that many drinks. His coordination shouldn't suck as much as it does at the moment. He's not about to ask for help (he's still got his pride), but he wouldn't say no to someone opening it for him either. This bottle is in on a conspiracy against him, he swears. ]
[ Sam, you're adorable. Don't ever change. Look at you and your drunk self. ]
Trolls? [ He paused to question that, moving to the bluray player and finding Toy Story. Dropping that in he said...] Oh, right. A bit like Stark. Trolls, I mean. [ he did learn that one, didn't he?]
[ He came over to the couch, flopping into a seat next to the other and hit play on the remote. He then cracked his own water open, reached over to take Sam's with out a word, handed Sam the already cracked open one, then opened the stolen one from Sam, to take a sip from it. ]
Did you at least have a good night out there on your own?
Yup, the Tony Stark kind of trolls. Not the kind that your buddy Thor probably deals with over where he's from. [ Which is a relief because their lives are hectic enough with some kind of alien trolls trying to conquer Earth, thank you very much.
He glances down at the opened water bottle in his hand with some mild surprise before peering up at Steve, but drinks from it dutifully when Steve takes a sip from the one that used to be his. It'll help clear his head, he knows, but he'll need to keep drinking for it to flush the alcohol out.
In the meantime, he still has an excuse to lean further back into the couch, and if that brings him a little closer to where Steve is seated, it's just plain coincidence. Or he can blame that part on the alcohol, too.
He sighs, just as the trailers end and the opening scene for Toy Story start to play. ] Good enough, I guess. I probably should've just messaged you first to see if you wanted to hang out instead of having all those other drinks.
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That large hand on his shoulder is comforting at least, a reminder that even when he goes and does something stupid (like getting drunk while alone), Steve's still got his back.]
I might need to lean on you a couple of times on the way up, but I don't think I'll die or anything.
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[Steve just shook his head, grinning now as he headed for the steps and the front door of the apartment complex. He stays at the others side, making sure the first few steps are manageable, then gets the door, leading them into the small lobby of his apartment, his mail box on a wall that just said S. Rogers. He liked the simple things like his place.]
Why were you drinking alone, anyhow? [Okay bud, time to hike a few flights of stairs. You can do it.]
sorry this took long, rl jumped me
Thank goodness the alcohol's still keeping things fuzzy for him right now - Sam's thought processes aren't quite coherent enough for him to get mortified by his current lack of dignity.
Eyeing the stairs with some trepidation, he still gamely works his way up.]
Just thought I'd go out for a couple of beers, you know? Only they had some new local brews on tap, and things kind of got away from me.
[And before he knew it, he'd sent that embarrassing sort-of-confession to Steve by text.]
Its okay! I took just as long getting back to you!
A couple lead to a dozen, I take it? [he smirked side long at the other, then shook his head, no disappointed, but amused.]
So, who were you trying to text, because if it's Natasha, I'd love to return her the service of hooking her up with someone. [over, and over, and over again. Just like she keeps doing with him...]
<3
He answers once he's right way up again.]
Not quite that many. I promise I at least managed to keep the number down to single digits. And nope, not Natasha.
[That's all he'll say about it unless prodded more, but maybe it's time for a change in topic.]
What movies were you thinking about watching?
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[Steve ignored the possible yelp he heard (and pretended not to hear) as he helped the other along. Poor Sam. Strong arm around his back to help him.]
Single digits isn't too bad. [he agreed with his most somber nod. Someday's he wished he could drink like Sam could and feel it.]
[And you can topic change again, but he will prod again later... mostly because he's... curious who Sam might have eyes for.]
I was thinking of hitting the 90's tonight. Ah, on my list I have Pulp Fiction, Fargo, Forest Gump, Fight Club, Silence of the Lambs and... ah, Toy Story. Haven't seen any of them yet. Got a preference?
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[ He's grateful that Steve seems to drop the subject. It's not exactly a secret he's comfortable sharing just yet (because he's not sure how Steve would take the news), but maybe he'll muster the confidence for it one day. ]
Toy Story sounds good. Fun and lighthearted's totally the way to go tonight, I think.
[ Especially since all he really wants to do for the rest of the evening is to crash on Steve's couch ans sit next to him watching movies. (It's probably the closest to being able to cuddle up to the man that he'll be able to get.) He's still feeling a bit tipsy from the alcohol, and the sooner he's able to sit down, the better. It's honestly a relief when they finally reach the apartment, though Sam had enjoyed having an excuse to lean into Steve's space. ]
All of those are pretty good choices though - anyone recommended them to you, or did you just find those off the internet? [ He's curious since he knows Steve's been working on becoming more tech-savvy lately. ]
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Toy Story it is.
[Pushing the apartment door open he let the other in first, closing it behind them and giving the other a light hand to the shoulder pat.] Make yourself at home. And, ah, the Internet. [he confessed, yes, having gotten a lot better at playing around on the internet. It wasn't so 'amazing' to him now, but it still held a lot of interesting things to look over and search.] Something about the top ten influential movies of the nineties.
[he ducked into the kitchen to grab two cold bottles of water and came back, holding one out to the other.] You might need this. [and with a smirk, tipped his head towards the living room]
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The Internet is great for that kind of thing, but just be careful not to read the comments section on most pages. Trolls usually hang out there.
[ He eyes the couch longingly as Steve vanishes in the kitchen to resurface with some water. Taking the offered bottle, he takes that as a cue to sprawl out on the couch cushions. ]
Thanks, man.
[ He grimaces as he attempts to open his bottle of water. Really, he hadn't had that many drinks. His coordination shouldn't suck as much as it does at the moment. He's not about to ask for help (he's still got his pride), but he wouldn't say no to someone opening it for him either. This bottle is in on a conspiracy against him, he swears. ]
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Trolls? [ He paused to question that, moving to the bluray player and finding Toy Story. Dropping that in he said...] Oh, right. A bit like Stark. Trolls, I mean. [ he did learn that one, didn't he?]
[ He came over to the couch, flopping into a seat next to the other and hit play on the remote. He then cracked his own water open, reached over to take Sam's with out a word, handed Sam the already cracked open one, then opened the stolen one from Sam, to take a sip from it. ]
Did you at least have a good night out there on your own?
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He glances down at the opened water bottle in his hand with some mild surprise before peering up at Steve, but drinks from it dutifully when Steve takes a sip from the one that used to be his. It'll help clear his head, he knows, but he'll need to keep drinking for it to flush the alcohol out.
In the meantime, he still has an excuse to lean further back into the couch, and if that brings him a little closer to where Steve is seated, it's just plain coincidence. Or he can blame that part on the alcohol, too.
He sighs, just as the trailers end and the opening scene for Toy Story start to play. ] Good enough, I guess. I probably should've just messaged you first to see if you wanted to hang out instead of having all those other drinks.