"And I suppose you're gonna be the one to change all that?" Yep, breezing right past that double meaning as if it never existed. After a while, you have to pick and choose your battles. "Then again, if I was rude it would ruin that goody two-shoes mental picture you have of me, so we can't have that."
Steve thanks the barkeep (not wench, not maid), and takes the fresh glass of rum in hand. Spike wags his tail expectantly from his perch beside Steve's chair, which just makes him wonder what Natasha has been giving him. "It's a holiday. One I've never heard of, but that doesn't seem to slow the guy down at all. Q, the one behind all of us being here, likes to pull up obscure celebrations and forcibly make us attend."
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"And I suppose you're gonna be the one to change all that?" Yep, breezing right past that double meaning as if it never existed. After a while, you have to pick and choose your battles. "Then again, if I was rude it would ruin that goody two-shoes mental picture you have of me, so we can't have that."
Steve thanks the barkeep (not wench, not maid), and takes the fresh glass of rum in hand. Spike wags his tail expectantly from his perch beside Steve's chair, which just makes him wonder what Natasha has been giving him. "It's a holiday. One I've never heard of, but that doesn't seem to slow the guy down at all. Q, the one behind all of us being here, likes to pull up obscure celebrations and forcibly make us attend."
He raises his glass, tone as dry as champagne.
"Fun, right?"