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WHAT in person
WHERE Heavenly Grounds
WHEN 75!!

[So how do you feel about getting into the holiday spirit? Because with all that wine around from the Bingo victories someone's put a sign up outside Heavenly Grounds today advertising a ~holiday party~ There's festive decorations with mulled wine, hot toddies, spiked egg nog. You name it, it's there to get you plastered.

And I guess there's cookies and fruit cake and stuff too, but who needs food when there's drinking?]

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Now that sounds like my kind of challenge.

[SMUG like it hasn't been close eery year] I'm still going to win of course, but tradition is tradition.

You can't argue with tradition. But don't think I'm gonna go easy on you.

You wanna go right now? I have my usual handicap, of course, I'm five times as drunk as you are.

You're don't want to wait to see if the playing field even out?

Hmm. Tell you what, I'll make the rounds to say hello here and there, and I'll see you in five minutes.

Sounds like a plan.

[off he goes to schmooze for like ten-ish. so many pretty people. no banner tho =( =(

OKAY now to find the truth!!]

Roo~gers, did it work?

[where is your boyfriend, Thor? Steve's flushed and pleased.]

Hey, Thor! You're ready to lose? Let's do this thing.

[glee]

Oh it must have if that's what you have to say about it. Come on.

All right, you and me, let's go.

[Steve's patting his shoulder, moving over to a convenient table]

[SITS ACROSS FROM =D plants his elbow on the table, offering his palm.]

It's always so inspiring to me, how hopeful in the face of certain loss you humans are.

It's determination. And you'll never know if you win or lose until you try.

[plants himself right down across, slapping their palms together]

[beams, fitting his grip nice and tight around Steve's, finger by finger.]

Look at you! Even more eager than usual to charge headfirst into a wall. Ready?

You wanna count us down?

[Steve gives his hand a nice, tight squeeze]

Five. Four. Three. Two.

One—

[putting ALL HIS SUPERHUMAN STRENGTH INTO THIS, he's serious]

[WHARGH. the wood creaks under their feet and he JUST FOCUSES ON CAP]

[Steve is GRIPPING HARD, BICEPS STRAINING. there is nothing but STEELY DETERMINATION in his eyes]

[god this is always fucking amazing. That Thor can't just put Steve Rogers down easily. That humans made one of them this strong. All that raw power, in this quiet human specimen.

It starts to strain in Thor's favor, but it's slow.]

Rrrgh--!!

Nngh—!

[Steve's totally fighting him for EVERY INCH even though he's definitely losing, he's probably putting up more of a struggle than he usually does, since who cares about limits?]

[shit this is incredible

i should probably find a burst before he hurts himself?? so he bursts and puts his hand down, shattering the table, which immediately fixes itself.]

Gah!!

Whoa—!

[THAT WAS PRETTY COOL? his grip loosens but he's still holding onto Thor's hand]

[Thor sways forward, knocking shoulders with him and laughing. He steps out of the holes he accidentally put in the floor, which also mend]

Rogers! So that's what it's like when you don't hold back!

[Steve laughs, leaning against him and clapping his shoulder]

I gave you a run for your money, didn't I?