purestparagon:
“That’s gotta hurt!” Tony slurred his words slightly, but that was really the only effect the alcohol had on him. His tolerance had gone up over the years and he recently had an influx of cash. “Come on, let me buy you one more drink. It’s happy hour!” He patted them on the back, leading them to the bat tap. “So, you want a cup or straight from the tap?”
it was quite possible kiefer was nearing a dangerous level of intoxication for himself. normally he could have a few beers and be alright, but he and tony had been knocking drinks back since ten pm and it was now nearing last call. he lets out a hiccup when tony pats his back, which brings on a fit of gut-bursting laughter. his head shakes in refusal of the drink, but his lips seem to have different plans.
“ i’ll keep it classy and use a glass, thanks tone. ” he gives the other’s thigh a friendly squeeze, before bringing his hands back up and resting his forearms on the bar top. when wendy brings over his beer he can’t help the large, toothy grin that overtakes his face. he knows tony is probably giving him the look ( the you’ve been staring for thirty seconds you complete idiot look ) but he doesn’t care enough to tear his eyes away. only when she walks off to the other side of the bar does he give his head a shake before turning back to tony with a dramatic sigh.
“ d’you think i’ll ever actually talk to her ? ” he asks, taking a large drink from the glass in front of him. “ or am i destined to stare at her like a fish out of water until she finally thinks i’m creepy enough to warrant refusing me service ? ”